AFTER THE RAIN

Last night rain strummed a tune
across the land altering the
topography

And snow made sphinx art on
the mountains where white rivers
flowed

On this early morning there is the wonder
of awakenings and the confusion of
orphanings

Energy surges like a clash of symbols,
you can almost hear trumpets and walls
tumbling

FLIGHT PATTERNS

In the ephemeral world
Bellerophon spurs Pegasus,
Icarus free falls,

Ganymeade hitches a ride
& Te Ra tickles Papa until
she rumbles with pleasure.

Around me dandelion seeds dance,
a kite spins and plummets
& I feel transparent wings flexing
with the darting dragonfly.

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