To All Things Missing

Sunshine dances in three-four
Down red winds of the Day’s River,
Canary wine pedicels litter deciduous
Plateaus intoxicated if only, petals reach
For my tongue wanting to be swallowed or
Acknowledged a faulty reincarnation of chemical
Reactions, I’m human now nothing
More than ever, ambitions stifled
Reduced to making minimum
Wage and fighting each day
To stay awake,
Ran timeless together a brief escape
Encompassed again by distantly
Nostalgic surroundings, unable to bloom
Stripped of beauty, given skin and lungs and sent
To suffer here I lie spine pressed to chartreuse quilts
Hair whistling gently impersonating bluestem
Meadows dreaming restlessly suspended
In relief, speak loud oh wildflowers oh wild lovers of mine
And I unable to communicate, will listen

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Probably The Revitalizing Warmth of A Maple Soaked Sun

Against the warmth of a shoulder
Breathing rivers in
Knees posed as naked
Cedar branches bent and reaching
For a sliver of sunlight-

Autumn

Quivering
A bolt of wind blows
Striking a loosely woven quilt of wheat
Vision is temporarily forfeited-

Ran off
To open orchards of punch drunk

Summer,

Dizzy
Falling beneath wolf river apple trees
Might the grass grow through our backs?
Might there be a chance
We can become bits and pieces of nature?
To bloom then die
To change states again and again
To transform into ferns
Sprouting in lowland libraries or lilies
Floating in an anonymous pond,
Rediscovering the other realizing we were
Always closer than initially understood-

A slight shift brings comfort to rest,
Leaning against the concrete
Base of an old rope bridge watching
Leaves fall from branch to be carried
Deep away
Down stream,
I thought about what I might miss most