Poem: Air

 

Air

seamless and sensitive,

dissolved in wind-ravelled breaths,

a disapora of measureless cellos,

bowed by a susurrus.

such quietudes of music

strummed by see-thru wings

to opalesce and sometimes 

cricket-trill.

day and night, zonda or pampero,

chill or sweat,

the azure reels of air

swoon to invoke a bliss of lust, so lightning-fast! 

sundered from its cocoon,

 joyful in wept pinnacles--

yet to guide those same tears 

which salved dinosaurs and eased volcanoes.

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9/27/25 desperation jig

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

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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.