Through the Looking Glass

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sometimes, when i'm at

parties i feel i'm peering through

a kaleidoscope

all colors and neon and shifting

shapes but i 

always know i'm looking into

that world, 

i am not 

a part of 

it

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Attention to Detail

The leaves aren't changing, he said

while looking at the trees

and not the bed of reds, browns and oranges

at his feet

Making Shapes Out of Clouds

Painting meaning in the sky

Never pondered asking why

No better ways to pass the time

Just getting on to get on by

Now I'm full of needless why's

Perhaps it's the elevation

The perspective of progress

Looking down is not looking up.

And I can hear the wind chimes turning

Across these miles and miles of earth

Feel that hourglass yearning

All things beautiful and short

and Vermont soil soft on my feet

you don't get to an outlook

without climbing uphill.

Making This Harder on Myself

for once
i cannot write
to make me understand
the feeling i felt
when i saw this photo of you
when we were young

and still so full.

New Mexico Sweat Dreams

-- 

I've got to be honest

You happened on me

Like the Rio Grande

A sudden chasm

At my feet

And I threw a Redbull

Over the edge

(It did not have wings)

Watched the cloudless sky

Felt it wet on my cheek

Nobody outruns the rain

But I tried anyway.

After it fell 

The curtain raised on the cliffs

Gone with their weight

Gone was the mist

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