Pestered

I was bathed
by the tidal rush.

As the water troughed
between waves

something
clung to my hair.

My eyes
refused to look

at what my hand
felt damply

in case it was
a star

fallen elsewhere
into the sea

and just now
washed

upon my head
mistakenly

believing I was
an astronomer

and knew its place
back in the

heavens
day or night.

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Overlap

Tangled chain gold snake
eats its own tail.

Barroom band
layers one song upon another.

Long ago playground scene
currently projects from my eyes.

Uprooted exiles arrive
summoned to a new world

take over bankrupt farms
turn the landscape in preparation.

Though you do not recognize it
the light from a billion stars

illuminates every daylight footprint
each leaf in the canopy.

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Filaments

An idea turns my head
to the night-dark sky

and I ask, Why is Heaven
placed in all that emptiness?

I lost myself looking up
and fell into simple easy breathing.

I move to relax
under a late Autumn elm tree.

I notice how its slim branches
connect stars

the tips plug into the sky
and channel Heaven into Earth’s soil.

I reach my hand up, fingers spread,
to accomplish the same.


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Half Gallon

Paul found a basket of cold stars.
When he grabbed one,
his fingers stuck to it.

He thought he accidentally
blundered upon the answer
for cold fusion as an energy source.

Then he thought
his fingers were wet from licking them
and they froze to a cold object.

Then he remembered a photo exhibit
of people who volunteered to lick
wintery metal poles.

Almost everyone wore a stocking cap.
The yarn color was different
for each person.

The artist’s statement mentioned
she brought a blow torch to heat the metal
to release the people’s tongues.

Paul recalled he was on an errand
to purchase milk and sliced bread
when he found a basket of cold stars.


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Winks

I do believe
the star whose light I see
is now dead
for many million years
and I will be
many more millions
of years dead
before her last light
winks out.


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postscript

Happy Autumnal Equinox to all of you. In Albuquerque the days still heat up into the mid 80s and the nights cool into the high 50s. The leaves just begin to yellow and turn. My studio window is open and I hear all the traffic of people who must be to work by 7:00 a.m.

Love and Light.

Kenneth