when that boy fell  haloed and serene  snow-down feathers enflamed  in quiet radiance  he stretched his arms and whirled and kissed  the sun  and though his nape prickled  anticipated  the plunge  his bare bronze shoulders  his arching back  drip  cascades of golden wax  for now he is  gloriously alive  falling

Strings of starlight fall lightly  onto tired eyes that gaze in solitude  with only the wind for a companion  whistling gently through the cracked  crimson gold leaves of autumn  that drift quietly  onto frost bitten ground.  In the shadows lay  our bones that are no longer lost  only broken.  Wary

Would I be forgiven  if I lay with my cheek  pressed flat against the bosom  of the grass  sparkling  with last night’s rain that came  in startling sheets  as heavy  as the shame, wrapped  around my heart in threads  woven  out of calculated missteps  Would I awaken  as fresh and

Listen:  Can you hear the ocean washing away the tide? How the waves make different sounds?  I stop.  I thought you had turned away  but in fact you got washed away  far in the deep blue sky.  Wait.  I look closer to see the sky is actually green a really

Forgive me my familiarity. For a time, I forgot Or ignored, Or never knew The measure of your grandeur. We laughed and played, Held hands and fell And tumbled together, Amidst nature’s forces. And now, reposed, like light Dawning on me, I remember I acknowledge, and learn anew The spark,

Adam and Eve were stick figures Drawn by god in their infancy Amid Green Triangle trees And a yellow circle sun A blue River Ribbon Flowed out of Eden A sable Serpent was easy to draw (the red forked tongue came later) The plot thickened, an apple, ruby red And