already olde ears will not do
open and attuned/need to love the knew
wise women listen before they speak
time is a burglar/creeps
in to the house of our attention/steals
lives when we lose focus on them
a tension exists/between forgetting
and your world/words and ensuing silences
dictatorship is linear demands we follow
there is no past/nor tomorrow
only to day,second hand
on a watch that poets know-midnight to dawn
asking when and if the thief of time
will steal in to our dreams,and take
more life and breath than we can make?
JANUS RE-LEASES
The gift is free/will/and we/who
practice willful archery seek the target BULLseye
Close to skin truth ,wrapped in swaddling clothes
the gift of extra time extends this matinee/when
we slept through cartoons,feature length life films and
asked only to be allowed to continue then
even when we could not be as we were.
Too many gone through that thin rope door
They are not coming back/metaphor
fails to wake us up in time for our next act
It is to convince ourselves that fantasies are facts
THREE TIMES THE CHARM
Imagine if and when our dreams come true
These birds rest in the tree of (hu)man and the nest of you
Out on a limb on a branch made for two-
you and the you who will be,new.
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