Saturday, May 26, 2012

Black Swans

come exuberant and centered

full of joy energy,

every summer. my black swans

dance the cul-de-sac open.


gentle. my son

chalices a holding

place for fireflies

with his hands


for their eyes

before epic battles

with Nerf swords carving

the crescent moon. old folks


shout…car

headlights. use care

and concern yourselves

with living. this is not


some ballet battle pitting dark

against light and true love.

this is simply the migratory

patterns of human purity.

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