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For the Itinerant Sparrow
For the itinerant sparrow
The falling wind on the eaves
A song heavy
Bore on dreamers’ backs
A dance on fire leaves
Broken clay can’t hold you
A dying breath cannot sigh
In the end
When death is colored black
Songbirds begin to sing
Wander, wonder, wander
The sea is drowning us
In lure calm
And pressure crashing
On waves of aching dust
Every space on earth is waiting
Every image tells its tale
Adventure
In a broken step
Your eyes begin to bare
Ephemeral like the sun
Eternal as your eyes
The great white
Snowcapped mountains
Will never turn back time
We live while seas keep turning
Then we die and break our binds
To nameless
Wandering rivers’ songs
Keep living till you die
I Need You
I need you like a summer rain
The way the sun peaks out in a winter grain and
An old dog shivers and perks up his head
I need you like the silence stands
Calling and falling and offering a hand
Standing there ‘till the snow melts and the grass makes friends with the sun
I need you like a cold manilla envelope
In crying hands saying, “I’l be home soon just wait
Wait for my name on the rain.”
I need you like a leather glove on an old hand
Like words to a tune that
Make my spine turn soft and my fingers move
I need you like a long hug
That keeps out the cold and welcomes
Longer months in an old rugged coat
I need you.
Without you the voice breaks
And the bones shake
And the moon can’t reflect the sun
Without you the heart wakes
In the midnight hours
With the deftest gun
Without you my soul hurts
And my hands cry
‘Till my eyes go dry
I need your feet beside mine
And your hand wrapped right
By my waist when I close my eyes tight
I need you
By the stars that shine
I need you
The Swing Dance
Black boots and burning leather
Rusting bones in scarf weather
Melting cups of mint chai tea
And coffee mugs stained burnt off-green
Say hello to the winter
Shrug in the fire
Step closer turn your eyes to a smile
Frozen fingers with blue-ball pens
Tainted teeth where the stone wall ends
Great piles of logs and a song like the ocean
We’ve never seen a wave but in black eyes open
Here’s to the gold plates on copper stairs
To the worn-down desks and the paper tears
At the last song’s note we’ll be dancing here
Thin jeans, winter coats left holding the stairs
Old metal bars hold stares in the air
Cold sweat moistens our flushed hot cheeks
As the river sings softly and gives us a beat
Laughter in our eyes as the sun sinks down
Rhythm in our hands as you spin me around
My foot then yours as our hearts hit the chords
And the swing dance whispers as we head back home
