THEIR HOME

Crowded for food in lost hope
in a hunt the axe destroyed their own.

Leaf picking with beaks alone
in feeding and building their home.

Where the roaring winds blow
close to a hanging nest on a pole.




Officially published by Rio Grande Review, 2024. SCI-FI ISSUE. SOLASTALGIA.
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Look beautiful

 

Look beautiful!
You are old!
I am young!
This is age, it is a number
which counts only upwards
and means nothing if you don’t count at all
 
A veces sale el sol
con su brillo brillante
A veces sale el sol
sin su brillo, claro solo.
Ayer miré tu cara
y ella era bonita
Hoy me encanta tu cara
La bonitísima de los rostros.
Y eso es lo que es
para crecer en belleza
lo importante en lo que pensar
Solo un número es la edad
Nunca lo cuentes
Look beautiful!

Wishing You Well

Like the desert accompanying a hearty meal

I came late but to linger on
little but sweetest
To wish you well
Not like the others...
Not to say farewell
 
Moments well spent
are purposes well served
Forever in bold memories
I shall them carry on
Though short the moments
Still best the effect
 
You’ll miss and will be missed
Your place they will take
but never you replace
If not in this exiting space
 
Ahead lies many more
Only the legs that fit into the shoes
Can say it well how it has been
How dark how hot how soft
 
Like a fragrance tossed in the open air
Many felt your sweetest savour
And in the heart of the silent many
Your flowers bloom even on desert dunes
 
I shall not say farewell
but wish you well
today if it is you
tomorrow will be who? 

I shall never say farewell

but always wish you well

Specially for Ms. Davis

Read on her last day at work:

1/25/2024

Death is Life

We live in spaces

We leave one space into another

When it ends in one space

It begins in another space

Life never ends, always in motion

And there is no death, but life

Life in another form, in another space

Life is coming

Life is going

Life is meeting

Just as we met them when we came

Others will meet us when they come

And so shall it be when we go

 

Smile Of Hope

Smiles like whispers thin

beam on a radiant face

Clouds like mountains 

slowly they penetrate

Words like fertile tiny seeds 

sprout out great oaks of hope

Assurance like indelible signs

the dark clouds soon to roll