child likeness lost

(written on Sunday, August 24, 2008, in the early morning)
(not a poem, just a “nut”)

Once-upon-a-time-spiresome minds
now rubble a place
ground less for footing,
reck less for pathing,
end less for proceeding,
rest less for dreaming.

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providence

(written on Friday, July 6, 2007, before dawn)

He learned from her to touch the wind
in billows of an emerald sea of grass.

She learned from him to tell the season
in shadows slanting in the light of day.

He learned from her to hear the moon whisper
on rose petals so not to wake the gentile dew.

She learned from him to grasp the mane
of galloping mount bound off the rutted way.

He learned from her to taste the tears
of frightened child in want of safe embrace.

She learned from him to touch the pulse
of hearts dancing to a common beat of life.

They learned a providence is found in keeping company
and bore the fruitful bounty no lonesome passage could.

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