Twitter poems

a glint in the eye
of the bird who flies–
he knows where he is
though we lose sight
of his wings

—
buzzard circling
I check
my pulse

—
spiders
gather stars
from morning dew

—
objects
in the past are
closer than they appear.

—
I bend
to belief
despite
my raging
storms

—
The moon let itself in
but stayed in a box
on the floor.

—
the sun can only stand
to look at us
for so long each day

—
old friends
found again
this library
of typeset souls
page after page

—
grown men
comparing
lightsabers

—
crisp edges

the day bright
sunlit

soon folded
in the cedar chest
of memory

—
warm december
waiting for the world
to bloom at christmas

—
running fingers
through forever
carved in stone

—
all their faces
bend toward each other
merge
as I stare back
through the tunnel of time

—
bare tree
filled with
starling leaves
it sheds upward
in one great burst

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The vibration of waves
crashing on the shore
reaches us here
at mid-continent–
fluttering grass.

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nighttime
when I dream
and sometimes cease to be–
uncharted journey
into morning

—
I judge myself
by my reflection
and get it all backwards

—
on the bank of the Yangtze
in thick fog
nothing to photograph
yet I remember
like a snapshot

—
I saw all my yesterdays
rush into the woods
I follow them, lifting leaf
after leaf to find
only this moment

—
a poetry
of broken words
lacerates my tongue

—
vulture’s red head–
color
in the winter wood

—
the most broken
people think
they aren’t

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a dance
between memory
and imagination–
they trip over
each other’s feet