Notice every nook - every word inside the book
Pay attention to the way the fractals melt against the ice of day
Take thought in the way we write each word in each poem, then wonder at the world, again
The fastidious writer worries on what to put in and what to leave out, then lets the poem fade away
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Just knowing, is never enough
We're bending in this world on angle and refraction
It's what we do with what we know
that gets us through when times turn tough
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Dragonflies dance in the sacred place where deep space begins
Watch them falling in a tailspin, riding waves on a calming wind
A pause in the day, a moment unfolding, a chorus in which we sing
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Here's a toast to hoping this crazy world's always wide open with possibilities,
that every positive word spoken becomes a token for rebuilding the broken into peace
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Along the wooden fence where flowers meet vine
one blooming plant entwined by another
A suffocating dance slowly unfolding in time
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As I'm listening in on the words of their speech
I'm rarely convinced that what
we want or what we need is ever within reach
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Fretboard, strings and other things
the street-corner singer fingers the neck
and plays the heck out of those blues
We drop a few dollars into the hat
and straggle through the echo of a voice,
imagining that the ghost of Blind Lemon Jefferson
lives on in the body of a beat-up guitar
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In the dark hours before the dawn, we tie our shoes on -
we wander along these streets, listening in to morning's waking song
while others merely dream
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And so, in farewell, we bid adieu
a shared past is the last gift I take from you
a buried word of pain or love, not soon forgotten
but an idea, taut and tied, now sifting towards bottom
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