Love 8:12 open the door of forever change … psychedelic pill in the pepper mill
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I quite like the poem Door in the Mountain by Jean Valentine
white of a snake belly on asphalt
chicken bird fossil feud flying through the hand drawn archives of and child like curiosity
an amazing solo snare drum performance
rolling over the tracks rain trains clouds
branches once bare soften under spring sun
petals popping open riot of roadside color
buds redden the depth of field
double taking fake fly in death repose
spring blues the bird empties the feeder the bird, the empty feeder
leaves rippling reflected sunlight water feature?
cast off mirepoix under the coffee grounds
shadow boxing box’s shadow unflappable
hawks hover above clouds heavy with promise of rain // gray clouds heavy with rain hawks hover above
birds sing home the stars
baseball bat song in the red bud breeze
spring arrives to find what the birds left behind
the eyes through other eyes lane shift
in the rain pear blossoms in the squirrel’s stomach
pumpkin patch in the sourdough soda bread
prismatic cloud changing light and clocks
traincar loudly announcing its corn products
63 feet of mixed messages big rig
the weight of water
roadwork signs like wildflowers in the scrub
watching for brake lights the groundhog looks on
the drone of insects and fan through winter window
the air blows a different season into the room
amidst the whirlwind bird watching
light and sound show through the flat glass cord cutter
heat but for a second then lingers
bowl stained the colors of sunset frozen beets
seeing landforms in the sky
seasonal crossfade nostalgia mix
tracks signal blinks the backbeat arms up
last night: fire today: smoke siren song
the many masks of deflection worn
lines the only thing in the sky other than the fog
like droplets the petals on the ground red
last year still in the soil
the field a pond rutted
swerving to miss the squirrel unmoved
a kerfuffle a winged rustle a stillness
the door heaving on quiet paws
mesmurmuration of arcing star winged lightning
author other silicon valley darling not in their dictionary
fuselage salvaged as fuel for the forest fire
decoding lines the tickle of the brain
missing the squirrel for the tail mid-flight warm socks
two hearts floating into the transformer
