The Magic Window

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The light is gone, and nothing’s right,
Another wastrel of a day —
Come join me, and we’ll get away,
And take the magic window into night

For dreams of childhood remain;
Of distant lands and shining seas —
We’ll go and do whate’er we please,
Away from all these cold eyes’ sharp disdain

The world of faith and not of sight
Is beckoning for us to join;
So come, let us some joy purloin,
And take the magic window
Into night

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Watching Sailboats from Work

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I see the sails out on the bay

The wind, it blows them where it will

And if I could, I’d be there still

Instead of where I am today

Fountain Grass

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Down here, amid the fountain grass
I know the fire risk is great;
But find a thing to celebrate
In knowing: fire, too, shall pass

The conflagration of our ties,
Ablaze in desperation’s haze;
Till promise comes with rainy days
To cool us off and make us wise

The Constant Battle

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Her back hurts, so she cannot rest,
And work is suffering these days;
She’s daily there, within a haze
Travailing, tired and depressed

But when she can, she breaks away;
She sits alone somewhere offsite,
And for one moment, doesn’t fight
The constant battle that’s today

Cat-tails

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Along the shore the cat-tails wait
With eagerness the winds to touch
Near sands not thinking overmuch
And waves with cause to celebrate

I hear them calling you and me
In whispers softer than the dawn
For love and time may soon be gone
And we were made for wind and sea

Wine

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The taste of wine she loves so much

The happenstance of grapes and years

The liquid joy – fermented tears

The softness of a lover’s touch

4 insignificant Stanzas

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Stark and bland and beige and bare:
The rule applies, without, within —
That you can let the light flood in,
And still nobody quite be there

The nights are hard, then comes the day,
For truth is found where it’s not sought:
That love’s a thing that can’t be bought,
Or had much any other way

The same old windows, same old door,
But it is an ironic scene —
That one could be, in quarantine,
No lonelier than before

Online, I sold my emptiness,
But in return, I nothing got:
The right price for a worth of naught
Delivered to the wrong address

It’s Everything

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The sea, a glowing mystic ball

Incredible the sound the sight —

It’s everything; but to my right

The most amazing view of all

from the threshing floor – 3

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the things that we believe remain:

the dust of stars, the ‘print of years —

a smattering of hope, and tears,

and roots our branches to sustain

No Talent For Certainty

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