Four little poems for your day.
Happy, Merry sweet humans.
xx MM

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Flow

flow can be the essence of knowing
the power of prescience
the smell of petrichor
the smooth surface of an ocean
tossed pebble, translucent amber
the great wave of goodness
but flow can also
be the tumultuous spume,
the glassy, wind-bereft waters,
the deep, dark, depths
the void, the unknowing
don’t forget that flow has
many ways and many waves

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Into the Green

There are more words,
expressions, descriptions of green
in human language than
are intoned for any other chroma

when you are draped in green
golded and guilded in green
it is completely obvious
why this hue

green captures the eye
grounds the heart
breaths through the body
as you realize that you’re respirating

at the same rate as the statuary oak
next to you
the ash is breathing out a sigh
of joy, just as you do

The cottonwood leaves glittering
green, making a magical cacophony
of nearly silent whispers which
crescendo into a forte of breezy, winsome refrains

aspen, largest living organism,
holding ground in root and spear as they
shiver and rattle in green all their own
a sort of awe and wonder at once

alluring, regenerative, stable, steady,
cholrophyllic music, all love-mixed
whimsy and reality each leaf a hard-earned
medallion, sign of life

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Reverberation

It’s impossible to feel alone soaking in the reverberation of humanity ringing through the great halls of civilization. The echo. The sound. The deconstructed interplay of all those expressions and explications bouncing and bounding around in the domed, arched architecture. Dancing over the simulacra, art, massive and tiny, representative of nothing and everything. The absolute alacrity the beatific joy of each repercussive utterance. Jazz. A fusion of improvisational auditory stimuli. The resounding transcendence of humanity in the envelope of a space. Astonishing.

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Tuesday

On a Tuesday
in December
Life will eventually
present you with the
fact that you have
absolutely no answers
not one

I don’t use that word
lightly—fact

On a Tuesday
in December,
You’ll be opened
wide by the love
of the people
who have offered
you a life raft,

A golden, glittering
net—a light, a torch.

You’ll come to
the understanding,
the conclusion,
that life brings
you many endings,
many beginnings
to teach you

that life has no
end no beginning

it simply is
this beautiful imperative
this open, pulsing
opportunity at love
that you will never
receive again, this moment
this is it