

Cloud Faces
Have you ever noticed the ants and bugs
leading their busy lives,
just below the grass?
Or, the way the clouds adjust
their faces above, ad infinitum…
while playful breezes wiggle
the little hairs on your head?
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It takes time and a bright day
so, perhaps, in this grey wet
It’s time to squish bare toes
in soggy leaves and mud, instead…
Peaches
Let’s eat peaches ripe
in the sunshine bright
Sweet juice down the chin
manna for the tastebuds
Flavor curls around
the tongue and cheeks
Down to the rough pit
and bits clinging to it
Sticky faces raised
to warmth and light
Give thanks from every cell
every part of us
On Time
He was always on time
for his life…
Every delay, every stumble
Every time he fell
into the abyss —
He was always
perfectly on time…