life of the raindrop
falls subtle
but rich..
and tugs on
a leaf
like strings of
a heart–
plucking tune to
keep from
the
fall apart,
life of a sunbeam?
someone else’s
dream.
shadow play
pushing, pulling
clutching,
controlling, patrolling
no loitering,
deciding, reciting
delighting in
falling
‘spite not knowing
where or
how..
we’re
landing.
unhinged the
mirror,
hung it upside
down,
stood on my
head
till blood rushed
to my feet
same old face
staring..
back at
me.
like the kid with a
fistful of
coins,
but no wishes or
fountains of
fish
just his
own reflection..
in a puddle, begging
closer inspection.
i see your face
clear,
not here, but
clear,
i hear your voice
true,
‘least it sounds
like you
are here with
me too,
so, how am
i blue?
hail through a
window-
crouch behind the
couch,
until
it melts–
into a puddle of
much less
trouble..
barely
felt.
he
swung
traaapeze!
ballerina below shook
her leaves
to catch his
gaze..
on the prize-
his life,
in no position
to choose
a wife.
a shake of the
head
dislodges dim night’s
dread
watch it flake to
floor to be
swept-
with any other
clutter
i’ve stepped
over.
a sun drunk
song..
soaked into
pores,
pour me one
more
he who knows
what for?
a sun sunk
under
eyes
midst the stars’
slurred
reply.
a fresh chance
to stroll
road
of potholes-
to dance around
each dark
drop,
eyes all the
way up..
feet in firm control,
until full
stop.
hands in the garden 
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