Forest

When I called out
to the forest

it only sent back a hollow sound
and some sleep

Incoherence

with the next day's sun
there was green

green everywhere

and I thought of you
only you

The green was a sign
that you're near
you are coming

that I am awake.

The grand design

Highways that grow into
the city's grand design

are a living symbol
of enterprise and ambition

presentations, meetings
structure, plans

emails, jpeg images
make the highway

But it's also something else
it takes shape with the man
who handles the concrete
fixes the pillars
piles out the dust

that man is inside
and the highway
still remembers

his face.

Kites

The sky
threw me a kite
flaming red
with no apparent claimant

It will be a long time
before I'm finished
with this kite

which refuses to tell me anything.

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He is a friend
who keeps calling
keeps you in sight

offers you comfort
and tells you stories
of a time
when your body loosens up

he summons you
in the morning
makes you move

he keeps an eye on you.