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A Hole in the Wall

Sheep watch with curiosity ready

for flight should you become dangerous

Talk soft like you place your boots

hoping there’s no bog below to seep in

Green is green

Ocean’s wild

You’re an actor in this epic scene

You alone with your whispers and wonder

Lean into stone window for faerie views

No one but painted sheep to question you

The Blank

My ordinary took control again

The brilliant other bowed out lame

She made promises with no follow through

But ordinary invoked the wither voice

Babbling into ears deafened by distraught

It doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter

I’m just not so ready as I thought

It was a sunshine kind of day

Full moon already a past significant

I pedalled past all the slackened faces

I took my tears to the leaning garden

I spoke platitudes into summer winds

I lit a white candle

I sat looking at the blank

I set the spin to random play

I slow danced your life into the where away

I looked at your smiling photograph

I thought of stupid things made you laugh

All the early secrets only you know

It’s alright to let it go let it all go

Today I saw a light through cirrus clouds

I waved as it could be your flight

I put two sweaters on this morning

It’s colder now

There’s a bird calling urgent from the cedars

Everything is almost the same as yesterday

I’m holding on to be here now philosophy

Step one two nothing else will do

New rain is falling

I like the sound

You ended every conversation in I love you

I think I might somehow better understand

When time means your meter’s tapping out

You’ve earned the gift of clarity

We sow our seeds

We sort our weeds

We arrive

And we move on

While Waiting

I stand inside this doorway

with patience and my daydream

What thoughts arise between now

and the moment somebody utters when

Look around at all these photographs

none of which I see my reflection in

Seconds pass and in the background

a choir is repeating what John Lennon

said so cogently a long long time ago

And here I stand next to where you might

be standing quiet too asking in one voice

How long (how many lifetimes) until we win

Neighbourhood Rules

Red-winged black bird sings his warning

country road is ending soon

Ditch daisies squint and clematis whispers

We can’t go with you over there

Airport traffic chorus in the roundabout

Somebody’s humming off key

Discarded at the edge

between tall grasses and concrete

blue sleeping bag curls around absence

Who slept here under the stars last night?

I ask Dandelion who only smiles and waves

Secrets are secrets

Nobody’s coming back this way

All the traffic halts for the walker

I hope I don’t limp or stumble

Impatience rising with mercury on tongues

Wind’s playful on the overpass

Lovers’ lock marks hearts’ forever embrace

I won’t jump

but I imagine what mess a falling

would make

There is the town in the distance

You can smell her everywhere

I pause with the dogs in the alley

to comb my hair

There’s a sign in the Garry

No heavy big trucks welcome there

Purposeful Purposeless

Go to the beach. Go to the part where nobody lingers. The heron is watching. Seagulls survey. There’s the smell of saltwater. Seaweed tangled among stones. Fragments of shells. Half crabs. Splinters of sunwashed bone. Hear the song of the waves drifting out drifting in. Redwinged Blackbird calls from undercover of wild roses.

Driftwood messengers

Heartbeat rhythm on the wind

Shifts of time

I Was

Was I thinking of

adding it up

Would it ease anything

for anyone

Was I intending to

contribute my part

Join the long line

of I’m sorry ghostwalkers

Empty hands hollow eyes

too numbed even to cry

I was going to gift you

a sad song

Something you could sway to

help you shuffle along

Was I standing in a dream

afraid of plucking a string

Too many causes in this motion

I was ready only yesterday

but now

I can’t decide anything