the wife and wide grin
of the prince
of daffodils
says say the words
what do they smell of
elapsed time
something completed
event horizon reasons
for eating saucily
spaghetti without utensils
memories, all
baby pictures again
the grainy kodak stamped
thick paper back photos
we received a few weeks after
dropping them off
at the pharmacy
there is a moment
in our lives
where we wear
for the first time
the drapes of mortality
and though I suppose
we're all old somewhere
odd jazz wobble math, dream walkers
fire tenders, callers of clouds to ocean
eaters of mountains
soft sensuous silt crawlers
trawlers for dawn
we are
mostly all
low tiding
the mist
for amphibians
and yet to bees
laughter
as always
haunts
time and wind
especially in the cycles
of the trees
and this bliss
a happy accident
a choicing
of chance
wanting
to know
comic relief
winged prayer belief
when the words turn
to mind becoming hungry mouths
a poem
voices
our necessary
sometimes
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