Rearrange

Penciled life lines smudged in the middle

A sequence of dreams scattered on the cutting room floor

Broken scents, delayed by the wind, drifting beyond reach

The hush that forgiveness provides after the storm

Pathways through the budding groves after the rain

Teardrops of forgotten summers, dried by the touch of the sun

We forgot the reason we came, troubled journeys come to an end

The Crumble Before the Return

Unknown messages glimmer at night

Harness songs nervous to the ear

Only in my mind, I see

Crumbling before returning to life

Time’s short supply escapes through butterfly nets

Empty pockets patiently waiting to be filled

Redefining inner voices only I hear

The moment is now to begin again

Backward Glances Lessen

The symmetry of complicated winds

Follow a bend without an end in sight

As pages of signed guestbooks with made up names

Fall from forty stories up and settle at the side of the road

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Folded notes telegraphed through two way mirrors

Ignore rain drop prayers that flow beneath the surface, unnoticed

Salted miracles covered in rose petals search for a moment of silence

As captive roads sing in hushed tones calling your name

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Lost numbers found in random open windows

Lyrics without a melody tattooed on my chest

A reminder of the moment I embraced the turning point

Backward glances lessen, letting go

Watercolors of Past and Present Blend

Sifting through a box of self-edits

Textures graze my fingertips, recalling stories left behind

Mixed emotions resurface, decide to keep me company, just for awhile

Reminiscent moments stir my senses, tasted sounds audible only to my ears

Prodding me to relive archived scenes of long ago

Watercolors of past and present blend, waiting for the sun’s warmth to dry them off

Each blurred stroke changing ever so slightly, indistinctly

My reality, who I am

Runaway Canyons, After and Before

The noise of time

A windfall of the bright sun

A coincidence of a last wave

Hunting for the moon’s glow during long summer days

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The space between collected leaves

Mark tales of light unwritten in notebooks

Maps that chronicle forgotten roads

Thaw quiet lessons of the history of things not carried

As the bells next door chime in different colors

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The sea of possibilities beyond sympathy’s fields

Singing carols of runaway canyons alternate between after and before

Rivers frame scarlet pearls from apparitions of winds spoken in French

Tread lightly among vanishing sycamores groves, I go