Poems
Instead of news
the sound of
rain
and
horns on
my back.
It is cold.
I hope
the cold
does not
kill the
tiny
purple
plums.
Low clouds
and fog
drizzle
down
on my sweet
Colorado
town.
THIS WAS YESTERDAY.
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A world's
ears and eyes
too busy
to see and hear
what is far and near
what is cloudy or clear
what is wrong or right
seconds
before
midnight.
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SCARLET STRIDENT STRIFE VELVET & VIOLENT VOICESSOFT & SWEET SILENCE
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will
quantum computer’s
garden of myriad delights
&
kaleidoscope of dreams
bring us world peace?
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