We are one with all
life forms who creak, sing, whistle,
buzz, croak, hum, and click!
Sounds
05 Mar 2016 1 Comment
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Dancing Never Dies
31 Jan 2016 Leave a comment
in Atmosphere, Dancing Never Dies, Poetry Tags: Dancing Never Dies, David Lehman, January 31, Poppy Red's Encaustic Painting, shopfront windows, sky is crumbling to paper dots, swaddled in scarves, Vivaldi, wind blows, young man
Poppy Red’s Encaustic painting
January 31
by David Lehman
The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots
the wind blows in my face
so I duck into my favorite barbershop
and listen to Vivaldi and look in the mirror
reflecting the shopfront windows, Broadway
and 104th, and watch the dots blown by the wind
blow into the faces of the walkers outside
& here comes a thin old man swaddled in scarves,
he must be seventy-five, walking slowly,
and in his mind there is a young man dancing,
maybe seventeen years old, on a June evening—
he is that young man, I can tell, watching him walk
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 