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I see you clouds what an amusement you are continual change heralding freedom

  Mountain Teach me to stand still To watch everything changing       (view from my balcony early morning)

cloud reflections in the glass table move on

dust on dust attic boxes heavier than I remember yellowed newspaper blue coffee cups brown bread bowl piece of poems between white and gold china   First paid poem – published by ByLine Magazine May 2000

August 1 Morning. Hello, you’ve brought sunshine, chirping birds, and rush hour traffic zooming by. And today you’ve brought a whole new month, fresh, sparkling, new with whole clear days to be seized, filled, or left empty. Let me speak to empty. Space. No schedule. Puddling around. Lazy. Why would I say lazy? Something in […]