** From My Tree
Tripping over midnight,
One day …
time will catch up with my sadness.
Drops will dissipate to sediments in sand.
Bottled well, sage
instinctively preserves antiquities.
You say …
You don’t dream,
yet I have spare memories to give away
they sink in fuchsia clouds
velocity collides with consolation.
It should have been a syzygy,
the awe of infinitesimal.
Instead, it was eclipsed by a storm
delayed on time lines tracked by
trains in lieu of ...
With smile in good cheer, and in purpose so dear
with you on my head,
I sat in the shade of my floppy straw hat
Bought for reason that I’d never take back
Flying was not easy, tears filled my pack
and today I see words darting as legs of vixen