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No Need

Sharing glances of understanding
No need for words in our abandoning
Passing buildings of endings
And roads of new beginnings

Glancing, rubble eyeing from afar
Bank rolling thin, but no need from a car
Giggling sunshine cheeks brighter than a star
Mind keeping secrets in a jar

Crashing waves against skin
And March reeling winter in
While the seals’ barking begins
And, too, our own shelling from within

Soaring trees shaking down seeds
Coasting west of ancient needs
Glittering reeds of salted beads
Fleeing shores of misty deeds

Tall standing on dinosaur bones
Mounting firmly on a nature throne
No need for shining tones
All mother’s generous loans

Washing pearled sand from long-grown hair
And tangling feet in kelpy lairs
Enjoying pairs of sleepy dares
Mashing tracks of unknown cares

No need for tracing solemn agenda
Wondering over the next contender
Living easily in boring splendor
Enjoying ages of raw adventure

No Need

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All the Same

And then the clouds parted,
And there was a shift in the sense.
Below was a mosaic of farmlands,
Of squares filled with circles and streams.

A protective blanket lay over them,
Shielding them from the harms of the sky.
Then, in the distance, a plane flies over,
Disturbing their artful silence.

Flying side by side,
The giant birds scream on;
Their voices a deep roar,
A corruption of the peaceful land.

Lying on the blanket
A man and a woman.
They roll playfully on pillow-top mountains,
Smiling as the clouds envelope them.

Then as their blanket parts,
They fall through it’s deceptive netting,
Down into the sepia mosaic;
Where different squares are really all the same.