Small atoms tremble
\nwith the sound of Clair d\u2019Lune,
\nthe poems of Neruda,
\nthe smile of my woman
\na love with wonder.
\nThe petals of a white cherry tree
\nfalling like rain, Jackie said,
\nreaching for its arms.
\nTides flooding rocks
\nwhose stare embraces them,
\nlike myself watching tides go out.<\/p>\n
How many electrons
\nare there with names?
\nShadows,
\nfalling in love with each other?
\nMinutes that want to stay
\nand disappear into silence?
\nWings looking for souls
\nthat want to fly?<\/p>\n
A falcon just dove past my window
\nas I scattered down my words,
\nall the happening in a now
\nand yesterday\u2019s part of now,
\nnone of it apocryphal,
\nall of it happening,
\nhelplessly, hopefully,
\nto be continued
\nor succumb,
\nwhen I go outside and wave,
\nor be waved at.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Small atoms tremble with the sound of Clair d\u2019Lune, the poems of Neruda, the smile of my woman a love with wonder. The petals of…<\/p>\n