ice wine on the moon

 

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and one day soon

i will go to the moon

take a quick break

one  wednesday noon

between meetings

writing two-page briefing notes

i will pay with bitcoin

for my ride and root beer floats

in a faraway place

where the standard time is gmt+10

a stranger lives (alone?)

my angst he seems to understand

together we may go to the moon

with ripped jeans and purple bandanas

have a picnic lunch

with ice wine and mini bananas

talk about ways to get around

with compass cards

from 1100 chestnut st

watch the summer stars

and then to darling harbour

we will fly away

have cake and coffee at soul origin

one stormy day

reflect on maya and the sorrow of androids

laugh about collecting dreams and getting through life

i will get the blueberry jam and brie

you get the sparkling champagne and ceramic knife

together for the first time

we will have dinner

until dawn talking about spirals paired

there’s no saint and sinner

will you reach out

never…or soon?

a break with me perhaps

one wednesday noon?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cinnamon

 

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today

i will make a batch of apple cinnamon shortbread

the kind that will melt in my mouth

without resistance

as the oven warms up

i will watch my neighbors walk their dogs on leash

couples with jackets of the same color walking together

accompanied by the music of their inner resistance

i will place the shortbread

on my favorite blue square cookie plate

with dark brown borders

beside my huge maroon tea cup

together

they make a lovely pair

mismatched

good together

the shortbread melts in my mouth

without resistance i

give myself to the moment

the cinnamon warms my heart

 

Photo credit: Suju, Creative Commons, Pixabay

Sunday

 

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it will be sunday soon

time to sit under the silver moon

think about the time

when daddy taught me a rhyme

when mummy tied my pony tail

and i waited for letters in the mail

it will be sunday soon

i will enjoy the hot afternoon

think about the times

when i choose to have a life of dignity and few dimes

watch sparrows chase each other across my yard

remember there is much beauty even in a life scarred

it will be sunday soon

can’t wait to dream under the silver moon

 

 

Picture credit: Pixabay

 

 

 

 

Conveyor

one word

two meanings

one thought

many feelings

simple message

complicated

caring query

deleted

look out

for the job of a conveyor

to help people

just understand the other

mother and son

father and daughter

why does one say no

to a life of love and laughter

run from oneself

and the other

choose to be a cruel stranger

when one could be a gentle lover

one word

two meanings

one thought

many feelings

 

 

 

 

Silhouette

i turn my head

a little to the side

the flash goes on

i don’t hide

i like my silhoutte

lines and dark ink

i search for colours

in the black ink

for life

is more than black and white

the debate goes on

if plato got chora right

for now

lines and dark ink

silhouttes

that make us think

ask questions

about humanity

go beyond tolerance

can you see the beauty in diversity?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Candid

papa said speak up

mama said stand tall

growing up i realized

candid is not for all

when someone asks how are you

they often expect i am fine

i may be fine or miserable

but nevermind

connected to technology

tracking likes and stories of notoriety

who has the time

to heal our lonely society

to turn and say hello

to the one standing right beside us

to figure out how crypto

can buy happiness

i tell my children look them in the eye

speak up and stand tall

growing up hope they realize

candid is not for all