Hey guys, dolls, readers and all: I’ve got more poetry for you!

“About a bee”

My friend sees in ultraviolet,
a world of different colors.
We may share a flower,
but what good to her are my stars?
A world of different scale, I am her
dangerous-North-America, my tectonic arms
make seismic air-quakes.
Guided by air-tunnels attached to facets of compound eyes,
she returns for a dance in the hive.
“Photos”

I spent more than twenty years trying to put
photos in the perfect order.
A breeze pushed open a window and tossed the photos all over.
“Untitled”

Dropping thoughts and concerns, sink into pure awareness.
Sink in your feelings.
If you choose, you pick up the sound of wind and feel the position of your body.

Pushed into the corner, we’ll see how far these shadows go.

And gravity was replaced with black.

“Truth and Time”

Truth is not a statement, it is everything surrounding you, right now.
God’s dancing hieroglyphics, a stranger and a friend on the road from Garden to Field.

Time is two helping hands.
A voice whispers in one ear: “I remember you”.
A voice whispers in the other: “Where to now?”
Thoughts float and spirit knows.

“Dream Watching”

A long dream that was a clear pool you dipped into.
Stirring the waters,
Sifting for gems, rare coins.
Ripples riding to far shores and strange islands.
Bottled notes docked in cast-over reflection.