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Birthing Poets

life is birthing poets
from uncanny places
carts with broken wheels
birds without a melody
dolls with teased hair
and missing clothes
paper castles set on fire
but with each word
they tighten a bolt
discoverĀ a new song
and comb things out
putting patches to holes
setting mortar to brick
to home and hearth
life is birthing poets

The Cow and The Moon

for michael
there is nothing odd about breakfast for dinner
though i admit to being drawn to the eccentric
what makes me smile at a nightcap of cereal is
the easy shift of perceptions, the liquid mind
that lives a life of poetry before picking up a pen

a bowl of milk and grain beneath a harvest moon