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Simplicity
not squalor.
The special spareness.
Breakfast of two eggs & toast.
A little walk.
Leaning sniff of lilac cluster.
Hopping bees.
Swimming ants.
Gazing for shapes in clouds
through sunswept arcing limbs.
A squinting pleasure
the silhouette of a woman.
Her hip swiveled on,
the gentle sculpt of her bare arms.
A spill of hair.
A presence.
The partial is whole.
An uncluttered grin,
muscles at ease.

Indifference

Scrollwork swings in the silver,
lost love twirling in shells & turquoise.
The pressed form of a female rises
emanating waves that soften blows.
A cool breeze drifts cross misted neck.
To find me use bare feet.
Climb the tallest tree
& gaze over valleys & stream
thru fogbanks past mountains.
Every wear becomes some wear.
Rip thru fabric
cleancutting.
A bandage exults
with a palm of aloe.
Chosen from amongst the wreckage
trinkets to flip around fingers,
an eye that forever holds the storm.
A ravine where paradise encloses
the hard rules of nature.