david jewell poet

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list of

hidden hurricanes

in frozen unreachable mountains

on the other side of the sea       you think you will never reach

and then suddenly you are there.

the winds are full of voices

but the only one you can listen to is way deep down inside you ––it is yelling,

but by the time it finds your conscious mind

it is barely a whisper.

the gratitude angels are the only ones who can fly in these hurricanes

and–– float through the air graceful and calm

like winged ships sailing on a gentle sea.

green gold planet with circle on top

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green and gold planet

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Terrible crow of outrageous beauty.

Solitary crow in the snow like the definition of black

against white

earth.

And grey sky.

Crow of sonic song that scratches the soul.

Crow with electric red eyes, blazing

through the moonless night.

––What are you mumbling about? … asked Mr Bones

––Just thinking out loud… said Crow.

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retro response nomenclature sunrise
(surmising what have you)
like an octopus tatsting martinis….

down the street a fire engine goes all sonic and light show…
just because it can
and why not…
except, don’t make a habit of it––

grab the stethoscope and march 2 miles in a circle,
return to where you left from,
it’s called “exercise”. . .
whatever.

polaroid roses

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