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to me, to you

to me, to you

I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. These are the first three lines in Song of Myself by Walt Whitman.  His words in this poem go on to twist and turn .  If you’ve never read it, you may want to. … Continue reading

Room with a View

Room with a View

The sky was the ocean The view a harbor The clouds ships of all shapes And sizes sailing by Some big enough to lay shadow across the room Some small The pasture of lush green rippled as the wind Rolled over it and pushed the white fluffy sails The oaks sparse, waved lovingly to the passers by While the … Continue reading

Evening Seat

Evening Seat

pieces of the river so subtle and clear reflections from the sky a contrasting mirror smooth as glass water lays as a surplus of dimples float gently my way a warm wind rolling over turn the trees to to heaven’s ear greens hands in agreement reach up and cheer dragonflies jump around song sparrows connect … Continue reading

Keep on Driving

Keep on Driving

The curve ahead swallows the blue canvas and white fluff washed by the sun I breathe in a thousand greens and long rolling golds from the right, from the left holding me and directing me the subtle white boundaries keep my center words over the air fill my ears with pleasure with my hands calm … Continue reading