A Search

10/29/2015

A search for small & simple things,
slipping slowness settles in.
California dog days fade,
November nestles with a restful whim.

I long to labor out of doors,
to use my hands and breathe real deep,
to put to rest the brilliant days,
to watch the valley fall asleep.

But here I hide in town retreat,
in cranny curiosity,
soon to harvest & gather & rise
from crispy-cool dawn, soul-stylized.

A Sunday in the Life

10/18/2015

Four in our fine, young bunch,
we wander back up to the neighborhood,
wild finesse in the late, still acid-tinged twilight.
We go on smiling gently & lightly laughing,
a graceful fade into repose in our bungalow,
just a street down the way.

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Then it’s the righteous renewal,
the calmly curious Sunday in the life,
a state of “as”.
We meet the sun & press,
settling into a slow fall;
reading & writing, sitting & smoking,
finagling & footballing, breathing in
a delicately emergent playlist,
musing & mustering a mild magic.