fresh

tectonic threads woven in earthen

womb loom–

shifting, shaping, becoming.

baby star blossoms,

chick tinkers with her wings,

light breaks night, shatters dark, develops

day.

one click and stark, charred film

fades away.

one tock tick and yesterday

gives way

to new volume.

kaleidoscope wonder world.

juicy jungle’s

innocent seeds

summon

cloud

tears.

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Ode to Fiona the Hare-Maid

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She hushed stars to sleep,

tucked Moon under covers,

folded fleece dew,

and pruned black hole residue.

Fiona, the hare-maid: hopped ocean for sky, shined Sun’s glare and polished cloud reflection. a mystery and a whim, she lived in watery wordless still small of day.