even though

it's not serious

I speak to you

of peace, literature,

 anarchy and perfume

and listening...


to the wind sing

we dance to the spirit

hands gripped tightly

the majestic moment

of true ecstasy.


Boundless; winded truth

passage of the hours

in cool, wilting air.

Dance, we sing & whisper

cautiously into dark night.


Rainbow gathering

over the clouded prairies

of Kansas and Missouri

Dorothy and Toto missing

from the ranks again.


We struggle near to one another

bitter and enchanted

in singular gesture

of assent and discord.


My ship is coming in

nearing the waterfront docks

from the viscous sea

wondering if you will

be there waiting for me.

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