Musings on an August morning…


“Transformation” (acrylic on cardboard. click to enlarge)

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august      morning

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Last night, I saw your smile.
That incipient curve
Crooked at first
Before it  burst
Full force
like a radiant ray of sunshine
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And you spoke of random acts
Of travel
life, love, learning
Of wandering
And wondering….
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Over a glass of velvet wine
While Jarrett jammed Jazz
In Pandora’s box
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Do you know what you mean to me?
The joy you bring through Our 
Aberrant moments together?
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Carousing through this city
Those carefree conversations?
And tumbling-spontaneous-endless-unexpected sensations?
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And I am once again that girl
Who whirl’d on a quiet cloudy beach one afternoon
without a care in the worl’
Drunk in the joy
Of unchained abandon
Letting the waves of the surf-speckled ocean
Kiss her skin on the salted sand….
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And I feel those kisses again
In the touch of your hand….
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That hand that makes your music
That breathes life into this thirsty August air
With notes that pull my heartstrings
And ripple through your careless hair
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And the innocence of a connection
That has no name, no heed.
Yet binded by our laughter
And similarities that exceed
Beyond our wildest expectations
A surprise each time we meet
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Ah! The beauty of the written word,
Of letters, and of longing
You’re far again, yet in my thoughts
Every single morning………
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