dust to

the reams of silent expectations
dust
the weight of anticipation
dust
the battered dreams, the reeling wings
the open arms, the broken rings
dust

dust is light

wear it, carry it, layers of it, heavy and dead
or

shake it off

butterflymoth renewal

The dark(ened) and har(er)-scrabble
pocket-linty / crumpled-(up)
portion of your life is
falling away
like so much abandoned chrysalis-tic swaddling

pretty
is just a feeling

self-reflecting
is a way of life

the way to the edge of the water

thin enduring song
wavering distant note

a clear peg in a sound hole
(that’s just how it is, make it good, make it good for now)

bright tongues of light rub up against
everything green

trip breezy
past small rocks smiling
small leaves twirling
small creeks laughing

shimmering long strand of secret feeling
strong like the wind is strong

red warm trees flash
when eyes are closed

down to the line between blue and blue
s& between toes

sarcasm is based in truth
beware

gleamings

nimbly
furrowed
under
-
squirreled
away
-
the
squeezing
believing
-
that
keeps
her
at
bay

the
light
understandings
-
too
narrow
to
touch
-
gleamings
and
gleanings
-
and
meaning
too
much

a
look
that
sets
boundaries
-
chalk
smiles
on
the
path
-
small
holes
in
the
dreamings
-
small
frowns
in
the
laugh

jubulant
self-expressive freak
dance or write the word dance
write the word dance and say it too

or just dance

What happened after the dot-com crash? The dot-com rush? What was it like, you pixilated being, did your diodes divide, did you sell your virginity on e-bay, did you surf the unseen strands of electric love and find e-harmony?