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The Kitten and The Yoyo
With a flick of her tail
she lets out a squeal
pops into the air
and pounces on my wheel,
little kitten bows down
readying her next pounce
before she takes flight
I roll out of sight.
Where has my friendly foe
little yoyo rolled?
In all my stealth I tiptoe to the shelf
Nothing to detect
what’s next?
Looking afar, I see the cookie jar,
reaching the counter
I see nothing the matter,
sniff sniff sniff
my nose whiffs
at the baking of the misses,
perhaps one bite would be alright?
Hiding behind the cookie jar
I hear little kitten not very far,
quietly rolling by
my string tail unravels to the side
catching little kittens eye.
Immediately I strike,
I reach for the loop
until it doesn’t move,
but little yoyo keeps rolling and rolling
till pop!
It’s tail falls right off,
rolling off the counter and out the door
little yoyo never plays with me anymore,
settling down I hop to the couch
I dream of a friendly foe
to play with tomorrow
wishing for a mouse.
The Accordion Camera
It is music
with one click it begins
seeing far
seeing near
the accordion breathes in
light craws through the dark tunnel within
exposure the dead end
it can’t turn back
exhaling sound sighs
folding backward
it waits for another time
to make music
with the presence of light.
Looking Through the Lighthouse
Romanticizing of the fading light
transports your mind
the nostalgia is right,
the damp dark stairwell
not far from the seashells
stands alone there,
the men of old placed them
stack, stack, stack,
it was built like that,
twirl, twirl, twirl,
the ladies in wide skirts
climb in circular ascent
a never ending spiral descent,
each step takes you
to a heavenly light room
where you can touch the cracks of the windowpane
white paint fades with age,
closed eyes sense the closeness
old darkened walls drawing tightly near
to the light rays seeping so clear,
nostalgia lays asleep as you continue to the steep
you awaken through the golden glass roundabout
romanticizing in the present of the presence
of what you know to be the lighthouse.
Light Paints The Night
Light paints the night
In an emotional fright
They are released
In a fling of the wrist
In its fit
You don’t want to miss
Each pop a kiss
Light flying from its brush
With no control
It’s too much
Open your eyes wider with amuse
At each sizzling wave on cue
The night will show you
Do not suppress it
It’s an antidepressant
When it’s calm it diminishes
Its memory just an image
Close your eyes
Let the light paint the darkness in hindsight
NYC
Kiddie Elephant ride found in China Town.
NYC
The Empire State Building seen from the HighLine.
The Spirit
Words can not describe
That feeling inside,
The spirit stirs
My mind a blur
Emotions take part
But they are not the start
Of what touched my heart
That feeling inside,
Theres no way to prescribe
With reason and pride
They become a chain of lies
The only way to explain
You would need child like faith
That feeling inside,
No one can make it work
Because it is not of earth
I am not a machine
No mechanic can find the part that drives me
That feeling inside,
Makes me humble makes me simple
I know its great
I know its not visible
That feeling inside,
Call it intuition
Call it a vision
But that is not it’s true definition
That feeling inside,
Is not just a feeling
But the entirety of my being
That feeling inside,
I am satisfied
That mere words can not describe
The spirit inside.
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