all sides considered

you can look at that coin
you can choose a side
you can flip that sucker
you can call chance a name
you can call heads or tails
you can be right
you can - half the time
you can 'till
it stands on edge

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as spring wanders in

the day was gray and never slipped a show of blue 'till after noon
and then clouds held what there was
apple blossoms lining roads to Russian River jade
traffic slow lethargic days of tourists on the way
work held me in its arms and spent the day

miles went by inside and out
vines were tangled all around me waiting
echoes of colors that have been and are to come
repeating hues in ear and eye and nose
gardenias blooming deep on river road

my mind is somewhere far along and far behind the day
as blue spreads further clouds dissipate
the mustard screams bold gold where ere I drive
and the gray inside is wandering
as spring also wanders in

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I am a river

I never stop going by
yet I never leave
my dancing changes with seasons
I mirror places - I weave

I rush up to reflect you
while I slip away
tomorrow I'm the sea
I was raindrops yesterday

I come to you clear emerald
lazy summer
I'm rushing jade and turbid
wild wintertime

I'm journey, I'm destination
I'm rhythm, I'm rhyme
once tall waterfalls of words
now the quiet bottom line

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favorite star

arm up with cloak
the dark stranger came
sweeping the land
shadows wild racing
dim reaching out
crushing the lightness
with soot covered gloves
brushing horizons of gleam
right off the edge

moves large and silent
in unwrinkled coal velvet
moth holes of heaven
held trembling waltzing
in slow moving cape dance
blazes dance endless
but nowhere in sight
my favorite star
till first morning light