Allegory

no matter
how long
it seems
it's only
hard for
a little while

Shaping

shaping disparate moments
into a mosaic
becoming a rendering
resembling the image
of its creator
absent of movement and
essence shattered into
fragments scattered symbols
of a design
awaiting congruity
in the hands
of a master

Poetics

word's breath
breathing phrases
dream-dancing
to allegories
in intervals
singing the music
of silence

Taconic Hills

Taconic Hills

a fleeting shadow
brushes a craggy hillside
as a shroud
clearing a way
in advance of
its wake on
an unimpeded passage
silent as a
mirage whose presence
might be imagined

a soul could die
here living on dry bones
and empty thoughts
riding on air drafting
through Oblong Valley draws