What Obligations...

Sheets shook of sand
We fold into the wind
We are the salt & sun we’ve absorbed
But we do not grow

Basics of tasting
Palates of blues & citrus candy
Burnt into crystalline entries

An arrangement of stones
The constellations on my back
Weigh little – elliptical allusions
The ebb & flow of my confidence.
And my confidantes:
Weak as our strangest link.

Our laughs and loves
Great wines and deep hurts
All held in escrow by
An institution which draws little interest
But which suffers perpetual withdrawals.

I’ve created this little world.
What obligations are here to maintain it?
To sustain its law & order –
To not move on as the world in which
I was created finds itself
Short on the upkeep by its creator?


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What Do Angels Know

What do angels know?
They have no memories
For they travel at the speed of light
Dancing at the tips of its original rays.
Its always exactly yesterday
When you met them
And they smile & wink as if
They've known you since birth
Because in some sense,
They knew you at your birth
But even now barely register
Your face for the reflection of
Their own light in your wrinkling eyes
And besides they are already
Well into tomorrow - witnessing another newborn
While your greying hair and gnarling hands
Though tired - even now are too fast & agitated
For an angel's full attention.
They will know you again
The very moment you slow down enough to stop.
In that moment - finally able to catch up with you
They will pick you up and say your name again.


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