Writing
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We’re heading to a sunset
shooting
cosmic light
ten thousand streams of happiness
not far from the swing
of the foam more» -
Over the river
the 'red' horse
is munching under the fleur de lis tree
its scarlet coat deepening ever slightly
into the most daring of pinks... more» -
bird on a wire
let me hear your song
bird on a wire
you can do no wrong
for your singing is
as love to me more» -
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you draw pink and orange spring flowers
kneeling on the concrete slab
I experiment with charcoal
sit on the cold glass table more» -
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try and describe the softest thing
a tree's sheen of green
in spring
a cloud drifting - only blue behind -
the breath of a new baby... more» -
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High classical trees that cool
people who visit
the science museum
of Benjamin Franklin
in the summer season
and who loll on the grass
with homeless people
like lionesses
while grand children
play on the swans and
the giant First Nation people
at Logan Circle more» -
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the starry cathedral sky
scattered sparks of desert sand
merged into an orange molten hand
fingers coloured the gleaming night... more» -