in a line,
standing alone like this
is your own fine, sorted out, seen, thing,
not mine, it
mean more than we can know.
As a word, love is here, awaiting our use
in rapid succession, not auto, just
in rapid succession.
Signals something, but I forget what.
Maybe some fool got lost
in those woods looking for my trail…
then silence until now, then a sense,
a knowing, deeper than we thought.
It's a new day, not brand new, just raw new,
we never been this far
so early before, never did hear three shots like this.
--------- Rise and shine…
Throw out the trash,
bring down the garbage,
the garbagement come to take it all away.
Govern my breath, intent contentment,
hold it and say,
It's a new day, no brand, plain raw new,
not modeled on another,
no worse for wear than before,
no habit tracks to mark the course.
First thing, after a pause to wonder,
if I should see how this came to be,
pause to wonder what
was I thinking when
I came this far,
with no sense of you being here before.
It could be, may be…
Some songs need no singers.
I don't remember learning that, so
you only have my word to go on.
Exercise in godliness, how we have failed to define the command lines... kindness reflects, war rejects, reason makes the whole mess better. Love lets us know, if we stop and think... reality is friendly, to my kind.