Mill Creek, Redwood National Park
Fall Leaves
The Waiting Room
Collected colors dreams still
holding on the words not yet ready
to send their messages on memories
the days finding their resting place, shallow breaths
waiting for more inhales
before tending to the inside
For to some this space may feel
or look
clogged undone untidy unmanageable out-of-control
but to me it is the waiting room
the holding place where if I am careful enough
I won’t lose any of its
wildly lived perfect truth and meaning
Silent Sunday
Front yard miniature maple at dusk, Arcata CA
Changes
Oh the weight
in your face the calm steady
freight train blowing you along making your heart sink
and your chest leap if you look out the window
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