One Simple Motion

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The house is dark again.

Music drifts,
softly settles
like dust
on my face.

Now is the time
when veils decline-

when I can see
the faint motion
of breath;

my chest rising and
falling, life expelled
and pulled sharply back:

living and dying
in one, simple
motion.

Poet in the Coffee Shop

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new brew
roasting, flowing
aroma rolling
through
atmosphere,

machines
grinding, growling
out fresh
caffeine

and you,
awash in lilting
ballads, consuming
lovers
across the room.

Just keep your eyes down
on your honeyed-
words,

frenzied bees
that buzz,

and to song
burst.

Nearly Ripe

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NewApples

Nearly ripe, these green apples
hang heavy
from our bursting tree,
the warm evening sun
glinting through swaying branches.

They will be ready
in about a week.

Then I’ll slice them into sweet crescents
and their taste will dance upon your tongue
with all the secrets our tree has been keeping,
its living leaves,
its smooth, grey bark,
its very roots
grasping deep
into our dark soil,

and these glowing, green apples
I will make bare and white and moist
a love offering like perfect wine,
and your taste will delight
in the sweet, green love
of the earth.

Breaking Silence

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It is not speaking that breaks our silence,
but the anxiety to be heard. Thomas Merton

In chilled twilight swells
the chorus overwhelming
echoing passion,

half of water, half
of leafy bank, the night they
fill with lusty will,

persistent, straining
these marshland poets converge,
anxious to be heard.

After Viewing Helnwein’s Epiphany II

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Enraptured
mouths agape, they gaze
on the child.

They don’t see her ivory breasts.

Gleaming virginity
eludes Aryan dreams
as she presents them with their
Destiny.

With shadowed arm,
in the harsh glow of
klieg-light,
he teaches them to
submit.

They cannot know
how quickly falls
night’s
blackest pall.

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Image: Gottfried Helnwein, Epiphany II, deYoung Museum, San Francisco

Rough Sailing

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Photo: Angel Island, Steven Federle

deck rising,
waves tossing
taut life-
lines, cold-
sailing, salt-
air, dark water,
wrenched
by gale, by moon,
by jealous
core
of earth,

but hold firm
flex legs to keep
your balance
your next
breath
exhales life
like wind
roaring with
ex-
hilara-
tion.