a line of spoons
upon the sill
in a lengthy row
nesting nestled within
...
Into ages we blow the dandelion wish,
Release it to turn of memories' air;
So by flight or burr, float or stitch,
Couriers bear dreams of worlds' seeded fare.
...
Dead Man, Reamis
There he is. So very still.
His bones, rattleless. They do not give
...
'Spoons And Everything Else'
a line of spoons
upon the sill
in a lengthy row
nesting nestled within
their warm current
of surrounding
breath
each a silvery
likening of unique
they are
sleeping staircase
before awakened
from windowwind
blowing in