At first there were rocks,

then, lone humans, then language.

When will it all merge?

It’s not your manhood.

It’s not even your gestures.

It’s knowing your mind

I sleep gentle now

Poetry Month has ended

Now it’s just for fun

When I hold my breath

I can clear the dust of thoughts

that filters my heart

I’d like to linger

But new parts of me emerge

that you can’t yet see

Letters. Words. Rhythms.

What makes a work beautiful?

Indispensable?

.

We’ve walked down that path.

There will be rocks, falls, and scrapes.

Your task: keep going.

White cotton candy

The most iconic skyline

Summer days. Clowns. Fun.

I spot a soda

Desire for sugar POPS!

Nothing else matters

Sitting on my porch

Breathing, overlooking weeds

No thoughts. Just being