Poem: Air

 

Air

seamless sensitive ease

dissolves in wind-ravelled breaths.

a disapora of infinitesimal cellos,

bowed by a susurrus,

such quietudes of music

strummed by soft wings

which opalesce adn sometimes cricket-trill.

 

day and night, 

zonda or pampero,

chill or sweat,

the azure butterflies of air 

fidget to unfold a lightning-bliss,

sundered from cocoon,

 

joyful in their pinnacles of cumulus

yet to guide the same tears 

which salved dinosaurs and lost volcanoes.

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8/16/25 

3/29/24 ... lots of mods.. ugly poem, trying ... 

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5/3 cosmetic mods

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Still on crutches, going on a second month.  Brutal psychologal-spiritual gamut.  Depression.  Who knows if I'll ever walk again.

I have nothing to offer the world, as it see it, a crippled old man.  I also  love my job teaching as an adjunct.   These are the only ways I can be beautiful anymore.  And my few friends.