A Poem (and a Photograph)

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Simple Gifts

Lost ballon—colored blue—
searching for the infant hand it lost,
descends from heaven
upon the path tired soles walk
in the darkness of night.

A bell from a distant tower
dissolves into song,
after a clear moment
discovered between lines
of an ancient paragraph.

The voice of a lover
—abducted by old thoughts—
heard again for the first time,
naked words, dressed in white,
unchained, over water purified.

Simple gifts, ours for the asking,
freely given
by a philanthropic deity
unconcerned with the value
we affix to things.

A Poem (and a Photograph)

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WHEN YOU WAKE ME

When you wake me, you wake me up to myself.
The innocence of your smile
caresses my eyes
and a tranquil hush remains with my skin,
until
you shake me and passion comes alive
in a subterranean mansion my soul erects.
Your touch transforms me into a being of light.  I enter
through each of your pores, illuminating
treasures
buried beneath the core of your life.

I become a river, then, a torrent of sweat
that irrigates the sliver of earth
where we harvest life by the armful and
we grow old together
watching our children laugh and play.

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