where to find yourself, someone in love
find a poet
find your never shy words
what are you
or may be
in a moment
in a series of them
in chances taken
in the looks
ahead and back
in someone's sculpted
spun wheel clay hands
real eyes realize
why Hope lives
to be loved
as art does
a poem
a dance
a piece of ribbon
caught in a breeze
the stillness of a bird
perched atop a tree
wading the possible pants we wear
what does tactile crawling say
when we listen
for what sings
to us
every way
inside
to outside
why light rides
every night
to be wished upon
starlight falling into us
knowledge too has a scent
we descend into
wondering wandering
we find the places
we left
to our devices
our vices and vises
our roses
we plucked petals from
our slow thorn singing
our throne-ing the scratches
we said look
mad and map less
yeah, the roses
our smell of vision
our, are we muddy enough
our, oh look darling
where we went
pulling poem thin air
daring wearing what words did when slid
hid to pied piped mountains
waiting worn shorn rain over eons
oceans eating every word
every conversation
every mountain
we ever were or
leaned into
beneath trees
atop their hair
wishing to be birds
we dare this breath
more than Life
could ever be held as what is
a breathless
moment of discovery
wordless poems too
ether meld, a spell or two
gifted magic meaning
a fleeting sense
of immortality
we often remember
how precious
we are when scented with rain
when we find ourselves
somewhere we hadn't expected to
be on the other side of
EJR ©
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