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poet lost among the years    
will you remember?   
tracing Khmer ruins    
crumbling today superimposed    
who should be forgotten?   
so many questions    
from my porch above Monterey Bay   
eye raindrops of joy    
cheers to friendship again found    
in earth's far corners   
last night tossing and turning in dream    
looked down at a stormy seacoast    
then up at a huge orange striped fish    
swimming across the waterfilled sky   
tangled underbrush    
life my feet I find myself    
raised up on branches   
leaves falling on thorns    
between her giggle    
and his moodiness   
what is investment to he    
who lives brightly colored now?   
night chill softened by    
a couple dancing tango    
in rain on the bridge   
she smashed everything wooden    
to prove the exception is the rule    
each went own way and bumped foreheads    
their derby loser named "sweet foreplay"   
standing on fresh rose petals    
we guessed her silk colored thoughts   
jelly bean garden    
once planted on Snell Street now    
melted back to earth   
goggles unleashed a mask    
returned from alien space   
nothing logical    
in a box of synapses    
just ones and zeros   
chewing on the soft cotton    
of the bioterrorist's brush   
pluto engineered    
will you choose your children's eyes    
genetic progress   
hydrogeologists sit with sand castles    
gigantic trees choke terrified ruins   
Luna is a tree    
held together by giant bolts    
waiting for a storm   
who only consented off the record    
to tell where she hung her hats   
coy said he, smiling,    
only the haberdasher    
knows where I reside   
custom outfit on Fleet Street    
with scissor-cut ear flaps to boot   
clinging desperately    
she cries to life's illusion    
so seriously   
slamming the back porch door she bruised her finger    
after sending him back the boxes he'd returned to her   
even crickets can't    
lighten the weight of her step    
walking on your back   
born late to write the treatise    
we're left with scraps of science   
with partner hogging the lines    
help pull me out of the abyss    
so we're at equilibrium again   
pure and fragile beauty found    
miles deep beneath the ocean   
languid fish without eyes    
swaying between the seaweed    
ancient mulberry leaves   
an empassioned Klimt kiss kept    
timeless, tinted into silk   
on her scarf pulled tight    
in the spring's early mist    
fears of those lost years   
in the pocket of travels passed    
I find bright stones still remind   
what Freud would think    
in this day and age    
with silver spoonlets   
twisted into jewelry    
sold saturdays in Portland   
the contortionist on view    
requested a weekend off    
to visit distant relatives   
long time gone and short time there    
travel in your head instead   
a flight of geese    
in the shape of a key    
opens the sky   
grey whale breaches the bay while    
kin decomposes the beach   
shaking the sand out of his hair    
the cab driver pulls the seat up    
and yawns to signal the nap's end   
stealing inadvertently    
something deeper than may day   
courted by dolphins    
learning to ride nature's force:    
the sea spits us out   
the air also rejects us    
and we return home unscathed   
only in bold dreams    
will the force of our own wings    
carry us to sky   
swerving lopsided against    
the uncanny loops of death   
large apple branch mounds    
keep trees from reaching skyward    
and look like bird nests   
with opened palm    
she separates eggs    
from fluffy dirt   
possibilities living    
safe inside a hard white shell   
rained on traffic cop    
stops glitter angels    
for bypassing insecurity   
to be seventeen years old    
is to be invincible   
water, bridge, greenery    
brown bricked houses    
and the endless afternoon   
a shop on Newbury street    
sells only stone gargoyles   
across the street are bibs    
for jido-sama and inari foxes    
and knit booties for grandma   
my cyber-Omi emails    
Canada: Great Uncle Karl   
Billy down the street    
and the rest of the gang    
are all on the loose   
a horse, a heist, a hideout    
high above between redrocks   
a bump on the head    
family story's lost chapter    
slice of pickle pie   
underneath the tent    
the bear left scraps   
high in the sky    
Orion shines    
without nostalgia   
when I saw him the first time    
shooting arrows upside down   
burning knarled roots    
thousands of years old for heat    
his children won't know   
how to barter beads properly    
after he's kicked the bucket   
won't matter much    
to the moonbeams    
frozen out there   
once a drunken moonbeam flew    
unable to eat petals   
Donald and Daisy    
padding themselves    
on fried leftovers   
white marble studded streambed    
where anadronous fish live   
undercutting waves    
with the verticality    
of her bobbing yacht   
but life is so peaceful here    
in the sea of ignorance   
until he discovers    
her Hungarian blood    
flowing furiously   
passion in love and anger    
baked into Austrian cakes   
one Sacher family    
three Napoleans    
and a pungent rat   
Asher morphed into Ashley    
Ellis Island self-defense   
Henry Ward Beecher    
New World bound English sailor    
landscape of footprints   
not stepping on heads    
silver-tongued emancipator   
the small-pox blankets    
given by "our" namesake and    
our national shame   
just a smidgen of the evil    
generated by the ancestors   
for what have we learned    
of our roots and histories    
if we do not heed   
silver ocean's pounding    
neon stars' beaming   
sixth grade science fair    
my pink neon flamingo    
blown by hand in flames   
his girl friend in tears    
with her aunt in handcuffs   
outside heads on cement    
thanking for the moment    
chanting from minarets   
behind that grove of yuke trees    
green dragon monks live in peace   
sitting immobile with    
ultimate void superimposed    
on apparent reality   
a letter gift in a dream    
lost when I tried to read it   
his words on flowing water    
her bubbling mercury pond    
their hands loosely entwined   
dawn: a deer frozen, listen    
to the bobcat's tail twitching   
eye of the hurricane    
fires on the plain    
in her locked scrapbook   
she offers up her pages    
as testimony of pain   
autumn leaves falling    
the wind in the pines    
and the hissing of lust   
fingers walked down guitar strings    
in a search for calm again   
the grand Mariachi band    
courted her passionately    
while checking their watches   
Louisiana stowaway    
crawdads in California   
staring at the moon    
in a pool of water    
train rolling along   
machu picchu mystery    
roofless for night sky worship   
khmer temple reverberates    
shadowy secrets of insects    
draining memory of mercury   
you may eat the rice that fits    
in the curve of your small hand   
of their first meeting    
she remembers mango seed    
threads between her teeth   
smiles burst into laughs    
subtle rainbowed dawn   
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