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flying notes cascade

pool in glistening streams

rivulets and

cataracts from quick-certain fingers

dancing

sparkling

scintillate showering

dusting the motionless orchestra

with floating gold

frozen expectant humming

trills and torrents

shimmering flashing rills

flowing over listening grey stone

blushes

stirs

raising living bows

poised and dives

joyously

headlong over the edge

into the final cadence and

leap

of a curling

breaking

wave of song

.

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take this iron prophet

go to the brook

Cherith

a hot-forged knife cutting out impurities

as sharp wings etch air

coal-dark

carrying bread

and the brook Cherith cuts

quenches

until time for the refiner’s fire

Zarephath

the place of widow’s faith in

ever-renewing bread

and prophet’s pleading for resurrection

till purged

tempered

faith honed to razor-edge

to cleave hearts to worship

the fiery prophet

climbs Mount Carmel and

calls down God’s

fire

.

(1 Kings 17:2-24, 18:36-38)

Cherith means ‘cutting’, and Zarephath means ‘refiner’s forge’.

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late

with a shake of inexpert wings

he thrusts

dark neck rising

from water to slickness

gingerly testing an unfamiliar surface

one wary step

another

webs digging in

caution personified

as he realizes

thin ice is the signal to

fly

now

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traveling

gone

all gone

red stars of maple

supple trails of willow

feathery tops of white grass

all gone

flown away with the

southering geese

into the pink-edged wings

of late clouds

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when November comes

i look for stark beauty

sere golden reeds

rippling to the reflected blue edge

of an overcast sky

a single scarlet leaf

caught

in an empty branch

the ancient high calls

of a v-wedge of dark birds

escaping the frost

naked trees spiked on a

burning sunset

and the faint silver music

of a lonely cold

star

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Apple Blossoms

.

apple blossoms spangle chestnut hair

a smile crinkles a soldier’s face

a beautiful shower for a beautiful girl

the kiss goodbye

all she can see are apple blossoms

 .

two springs pass

another letter written

enveloped with apple blossoms

don’t forget

i am waiting for you

 .

the telegram

missing in action

the letter returned

missing in action

inside apple blossoms dried dead brittle

still sweet-scented

hope

 .

fall and winter waiting

come bitter spring another telegram

the body (his body)

will be sent to you

 .

old graveside apple tree

flaunts new bloom

apple blossoms star the folded flag

on his face they lie like fragrant tears

or a kiss

goodbye

.

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This is about how I feel right now.

 

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