Poetry vs. All the Depressing News We’re Hearing – And the Winner Is…
CENTRAL PARK (1/1/25)
A fling of pigeons
squabbling over bagel crumbs
–eyed by circling hawk
REVELATION DEFERRED (6 AM)
Quick as tears, the world’s weight lifts.
In its wake a dreamtime choir,
oracular voices swelling toward
a pledge of light — relief release reveal…
“Wait!” I cried (too late) as failing night
gave way to dawn’s cold glory.
Undone by the vow that morning broke
I let the light encumber me with day.
TO BARBARA
Finishing a poem
satisfied it’s right I wept
–you’ll never read it
SYLLOGISM
If sleep is the thinnest sheen
of unknowing
we nightly rend
in passing through
(and we do)
If dreams can summon
worlds of seeming
as real as smoke
without the waste of fire
(and they can)
Then wake with me, love,
to the daily task:
Rousing life
from the slumberous ash
of an ever-present past.
LOVE AS A MÖBIUS STRIP
From storied first sight
to our long goodbye we two
had each other’s back
WEATHERMAN LULLABY
There’s a lone treetop
in my mind: When the wind blows
my thoughts rock
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