In Concert

It’s ok
because, what needs to be said?
Fragmented sentences fraught with memes shared and scattered,
themes from the pictures that run through our head,
keep us in step with all today’s matters …
Running so free, heart flutter with breeze singing,
nowhere to be but hearing grand elegant zephyr refrain and release.
All we wish to express enfolds us in euphony, harmonic bliss.
Is that what you meant,
when you told me:
“Listen:”

storm season

Night storm.
Dream of dread,
exulted mortal fantasy?
Blowing into dark legends,
hungry ghosts
lick onto shore, howling.
Sea reclaims land,
seeping semen into soggy
womb, engenders crises of coming change.
Halflings gleam, seek succor of moonlight
peeking through, veiling black cloud visions.
Portents scream, drowned in thunder,
rage caught, flails in reverberating wind.
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Huddling against terrible storms, warm, safe,
together.  May we dream out dark weather in
gentle peace.