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water in the pail


I’ve not walked on water for so long
I’m beginning to fear it may
never happen again

contemplating such improbabilities
I’m often carried back in time
becoming water in the pail
transported from the river to village

once among the populace
I’m both a god and commodity
bringing smiles to little ones’ faces
and comfort to the weary

but if I had a choice
I’d remain at the water’s edge
hoping for a chance to walk again





may two thousand nineteen
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disciples of the stream


the stream imagines
whatever lies inside the mind
projects audial nuances
favorable to the heart and soul

the stream has babbled on
since before babylonia was born
before the seeds of creation
transfigured into the living garden

the stream provides sustenance
and everlasting grace
offering those who worship her
glimpses of alpha and omega


august two thousand thirteen
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there is nothing holy in hypocrisy


why have all the scholars
and scribes and high priests
why have they sealed up the
words of the prophecy
exposing their selfishness
and secrecy for all to see

I have scaled the city walls
and found a new world
where the seeds of truth
sprout from my cupped hands
and water flows like a fountain
deep within the desert



june two thousand thirteen
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first blanket


the ancient ocean gave birth
to fertile earth admired from afar
worked by hands never seen

from its soil a new creation evolved
assisted by elements capable
of producing wind and fire

seedlings awakened and stretched
and instinctively sought to reach
the warmth of the outer dome

brown and green gradually gathered
throughout the valley
weaving itself into a blanket
of outlandish colors



november two thousand twelve
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without a wish


the river ran dry
the year of the drought
collapsing the water table
atop its own legs

the wishing well closed
from lack of moisture
turning back all the day dreamers
hoping for change



september two thousand twelve
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awakening


flatfooted on the edge
of a supersized
new york city highrise
i calmly stand tall
like an olympian diver
slowly rising to her toes
before falling into twisted
recollections of fetal positions
and outstretched arms
a trail of shuttering thumbnails
racing faster and faster
until forever buried
below the water’s wake



august two thousand twelve
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Stars on Water


When sails are set high
And the wind is just right
We can coast
Toward the shore
We can make it
Before light.

The stars up above
Are like a guide
That we trust
When their light
Reaches out
We know we are loved.



two thousand seven
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