SPOONed out with ease a god these mountain masses?
SPOOKed with thoughts, pondering vast force, climber toils,
SCARY the whats or whos who raise and sculpt great heights,
SNOWY slog, labored breath, each step speaking: I am a speck.
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Spirit Wind
LEANT boldly, full sails at beam reach,
ARRAY of small craft scudding under the sun,
DRAFT, not of commerce, but for summer dreams,
AZURE lake alive, spirit wind’s joy as motive force.
Unjade me
COVER now the weariness of later years.
MORPH to a child. Behold the new with wonder!
TWIRL for no reason: motion, recent option, is delight.
REFER back. Can I replenish, bring forward joy?
No escape
CHINA softly clinks in parlor’s quiet.
FAINT fear stirs: no margin here for mind to wander.
BONEY, her grandmother’s hand rises, falls, rises, falls for tea time’s rite.
GAFFE?—one lies along this labyrinth’s every path.
Patterns
CANON, a song of timed entries, weaving of sounds, staggered, yet same.
FAUNA, scurrying through burrows and hollows, for food and sleep.
FLEET, slipping from bay to channel, then on guard, sweeping the main.
SMITH, these patterns for muse, seeking to hammer order from fire.