Sitting near a moon-dyed oak tree, I swan-circle a liquid mirror
pond-side, wondering for a while if sky-higher birds wish they could be here.
Blue butterfly eyes climb lunar vine-like beams
to wind-sail frothy comet trails or snail floor-explore
over, under and in-between fluttering leaves of light, sprite streams
dream-weaving wavy driftwood mazes to nuzzle a puzzled shore
still being kneaded by unseen force
or maybe, fox-chase a safer charted course
of reef rocks that prefer not to roam
too far from spicy orbit or ice-ringed home.
Nebulous limbs gently sway-swim in curly coral seas
whirlpooled in purple, red and white wisps of ever-changing mystery.
Ripples from this storied starforest spread head to velvet heart, soul-felt
seeds beading a root-slow love of life as sun-kissed night quietly melts.
Works that stir the soul
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