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we came
dressed in white-
nothing serious
or symbolic,

just clumsy animal-shaped,
cloud-draped
dreamers
stumbling around
too close to the sun

covering smiles and handshakes
in bleached
cotton candy pillow fights
morning mist
and whens and whys

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The sky’s eyelashes
Give their Eskimo kisses
To my windowpane.
There’s no screen to catch
The soft breathless tip-touches,
Clouds blush bright lightning
As cold glass brushes
Their most subtle tenderness,
Sealed invitation
.


memories face the clouds
still velcroed,
unsalted,
stubborn
sunflower seeds
straining higher.
millions of dark eyes
waiting for the hour
their namesake
will appear,
unaware their petals’ flames
are the beauty to be matched.


Our future is colored
Wildflower acoustic,
Fragrantly free.

Drifting seeds and sounds
Blend blue with the sky
Until clouds ripple
Like ocean waves
And the surf sparkles
Between constellations.


I kept the curly ribbon
He cut from the clouds,
That’s what sits inside, you know,
It shows a little
When the sun sets
Or lightning’s silver scissors
Chase it across the sky.

It’s tied behind my eyes now,
Shining through the blue
When good memories
Rustle the color bundle
Like a fall breeze
Giving goose bumps,
An everyday celebration.


thread our

one strand of sun

through

cold metal clouds

that loop then

point needle tip

to ground.

soundlessly

pound

this lone

glowing yarn

with the thimble moon

until buried beneath

thick folds

of treetop green,

it winds around

a stump spool

for stumbling fools

to discover.


Riding in a locomotive,

Railway air submarine

At the bottom of the oxygen floor.

Smoky bubbles rise

To the top where they pop

Into white foamy clouds.

Barren tree branches

Stretch their seaweed limbs

Towards the mechanical intruder,

Barns and cars clustered

In colorful reefs

Leave riders gripping seat handles,

Wishing for nets to clutch

To capture brighter,

More fascinating worlds.