the long workday
relax. you’ll find an island: hollow, melting into waves and blown around by wind. relax. you’ll be right here until there’s no place left to stand.
relax. you’ll find an island: hollow, melting into waves and blown around by wind. relax. you’ll be right here until there’s no place left to stand.
no tree enjoys its root-crown being buried and i am no exception. roots grow out, the trunk grows up. big rocks, hard soil create such graceful limbs.
a cup is lifted. all else disappears. forgetting all, becoming drink. just for the sake of setting down a cup a table comes to be.
a valentine! this old man’s feeble fingers trace the lacy edges, bewildered. what gift have i to send? the tiniest breeze sings songs that stir the blood.
down comforter, you sap me of my strength and make me waste such precious hours of morning, dreaming. santa rez, las cruces, my friends are moving on!