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.
Terrible crow of outrageous beauty.
Solitary crow in the snow like the definition of black
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.
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”. . .