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The ocean’s breath
becomes my own,

the tide reaches
and withdraws.
The end will come,
for certain,
it will come.

The beginning,
now? or soon?



Begin again

Sorceress of Shadow Land

I am as powerful as the sun,
shaping day and night
with license
to menace,
or charm you,
the concert master of mood,

I can
throw light on mere bodies
to uncover spirits,
or more,
distributing breadth and depth,

I am an artist with a brush.
I am as powerful as the sun.

I Have Slept Too Long

I have slept too long,
and my eyes
will not focus.
I am not myself,
and I will,
no doubt,
be cranky,
for a while. No doubt.

Odd how
shallow dreams after dawn
steal the next.

I could easily
return to my bed,
and restart
disquieting plays,
performed by the familiar
who act not as I know them,
who will leave me quite cranky,
not myself,
for a while.

Shallow daybreaks
steal the next.

No doubt.

Beyond Our Front Door

The result, a gruesome sight,
severed wings from gentle beings who toured the street lamps
all last evening.

I saw it all,

sturdy boughs on fir trees stressed
by weightless ephemera,
that fell off, attempted balance,
writhed, died.

I saw it all

through the window, throughout the afternoon,
eager beaks and full red bellies
suddenly present, then quickly away in search of more, more, more,

leaving behind the accusations of eye spots on sculpted chiffon,
the color of key-lime pie.

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