I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 4; BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

  Falling from new lows cawing and flapping through clouds of chaos through crowds clambering at connections now carelessly closed Doves let fly the doves open the columbarium souls have the right to flee the broken have the right to be free from this folly Flapping with frail feathers the eagle’s eating itself and the […]

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JONI ON THE WALL

  After years of painting you Tones of turbulent indigo, Tending and transforming you, I’m busy building you back To basic, a fresco of freedom For us both in walls of white, Whittled back to what it was Before I splashed a signature Of substance and delight, hoping A house could be a home, hanging […]

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