giant forests scratching the sand's watery beard
pull too on my scavenging edge of my soul's wonder.
looking for cutting shards of broken sky that fell,
disappeared that day, that one day i'm thinking of;

an underbrush of greed slowly twines, lattices
my leg, a chinese finger puzzle, a melon rind.
both holding inward; deny sticky cells freedom.
the sun sets on an expectant mother's bent back

and the embryo stirs with the future in her hand,
busy soul-seeking, a genie with unending wishes,
tomorrow not yet opened, pine tree among shrubs.
moonglow echos in the black coffe: Advanced Dark.

her wits stirred by city streets, virgin forests;
her pulse carries the gene of sunlit Sundays, full
of children's laughter among bees' buzz, trilling
crickets to blend the symphony of natural balance.

focus on the veins of the leaf; the moon, stars
is to live, to give life; to write moods for folks
to crawl into and hug themselves, see themself for
who they are, their role, their destiny of fortune.

a life carries a river, a forest, a world of grins;
tears ride the current of a life unfolding, as she
carryies the future, the explosion of humanity to be
and the rest to be later, and yes, eyes see a prize.

05/07/2008

Posted on 05/07/2008
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