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When I focus on

the clouds

semaphoring

the azure blue

.. floating flotillas

of white hue

...their slow

sailing

grabs my soul

and slows

down

my sails





WORDCLOUDS

VEIL REALITY



The box said

free range chicken broth

.. one wondered

how the broth

was experiencing

its free range..

and when the chicken's

movements

abruptly stopped



PUZZLE PIECES



He did not agree

that the puzzle pieces

must fit in a preordained

way..

He did cut and paste

and chisel and paint

.. to fit them together

.. not inside the outline

.. but with tendrils

of life outside the lines



THE WAY OF THE LORD

IS THE SPINE



From morning glory

vine-clamber

The bee hurried

with his pollen amber

back to his

hearthome chambers..

in the morn he

did zigzag and amble

.. but now

straight was his line home.



(Make straight the way

of the Lord)