summer painting
one small summer
these words i made to fit a poem
is this the gift?
a bridge, a stream, a small stretch of land
i could say:pass
some small summer
one gone quickly
not like a painted poem
whose nourishment continues
overflowing
bursting
weaving it’s way
running rings around the air
©2002
little beings
strange things unify together
little objects, tiny things, hidden treasures
codes of nature
mysterious
blip blap blip blap blip blap
this is the language of my time
picnoleptic moments
here not here
just where I left myself
the thing you were looking for is right where you left it
no longer lost
phenomenological things
familiar and the unfamiliar
together
natural and unnatural
Silly yet serious
Opposites/attraction/repulsion
gathering’s form doodles
this is a correspondence
these are my events
©2001
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