In a dreamy haze

Between waking and sleeping 

Glazed and vacant stare

A dim orange star

Behind Sahara dust clouds 

A storm is coming 

Thundering footsteps

Tearing up and down the stairs 

Another play date 

Bike wheels turn slowly 

Night becomes day becomes night

History repeats

Pink skies and pink skin

Dark eyes and darkness within

Everything changes 

Be brave, be patient

Be strong, be steady, breathe deep

Be only yourself

As the axe head falls

Dividing up knotty grains

We open our mind 

Glowing evening cool

Soaks away into reed beds

Settle down cobwebs 

Little brown acorns

A hollow round iris print

Reflected eye lines

Deep in the thicket 

Climbing overgrown windows 

Through the looking-glass

A gap in the clouds 

Drinking in dusty lightness 

An adventure hole

A ball of instincts

Unfurling, unravelling

Who will you become? 

Rocky layers strut

In golden lines from the cliff

While the wind crumbles

Eye slits and nostrils

Lurking beneath the surface

Crocodile swamp 

Rotten planks drifting

Another gloomy Sunday

Flies on the wreckage 

Cool rain in the fall

Washing away last nights dreams

Tired eyelids drop

Transparent droplets

Rain wends down valley creases 

Don’t cry little one

In one hundred years

What will become of these words? 

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