Tagged: wet
the cotton candy
the cotton candy
impermanence of cherry
blossoms in the snow –
spring pulling on winter’s wet
apron strings, waiting for a turn
.
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at its very best,
at its very best,
play squishes time, like fingers
squeezing cool, wet mud
.
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after the rain, we
after the rain, we
are renewed, tufts of downy
feathers wet with hope
.
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in the middle of
in the middle of
a storm, there are all-iners
and deserters – both
arrive home sopping wet, one
earlier than the other
.
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the watercolor
the watercolor
that is life
as we remember
it runs,
gets lost
edges, pushes
pigments out
of place, so
that we will
never get the
ratio right –
brush to paper,
paper to sponge,
dry on wet,
wet on wet
.
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monday morning, the
monday morning, the
tugboat of dawn refuses
to budge – the darkened
sky apologizes on
its behalf, sends wet missives
.
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on the wet streets of
in the same way the
in the same way the
reed must find alignment with
the mouthpiece, spring must
get wet, navigate by trial and
error, before finding its tone
.
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the mind is crowded
we are collecting
we are collecting
the best of one another
as if it were the
end of summer already –
eyes and pools sparkling
.
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