"Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait" -Longfellow

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Short Time = Short Work

Our bus is a photo.
A moment brimming with love.
We sleep and we go.

The bus moves through town;
A gentle animal awake
With destination.

Temper is a ploy
For arresting the sane.
The river is wide.

At night the rains come.
Drops of confusion and wish,
Wild and magic and sad.

Darwin's savage spring-
From the living muck of chance
Feet, fur and fins bloom.

The orchid has no
Thoughts. But the new it seeks makes
Empires from ether.

Old ladies chat on
The bench. Death sits too, but can't
Swallow simple joy.

6 Words on Books
Just in case you wanna build.

6 Words on Bars
Fuzzy equality: the bedrock of compassion.

6 Words on Relationships
Everything is big. Everything is small.

6 Words on The Election
The soul needs sky, not earth.

6 Words on The Bus
Going places together is truly human.

6 Words on Truth
Don't splash after the beach ball.

6 Words on Death
Patience only struggles when tomorrow promises.

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