we all sing 


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Buckets on a Barefoot Beach


all of us,

(and you and me river)

sing

songs about seas over stones.

is time of the essence

as you giggle green mosses,

wink sunlit kisses

as a poplar wades

with you?

she waves to me

and points the way

beneath her

where amber honey pots lay

drinking

dark champaign colored shadows

i wonder…

can bees swim

and is she their queen?

what does it matter to polliwogs?

birth is of the essence.

you are all things green and

i am all things dry….

you flood us with mysteries

like time

and why good and evil exist

and why my skin flakes,

flakes like snow lost in desert niles.

sometimes

we are children

who hate questions

without

answers

so we stop skipping rocks on

your hour glass waves.

like polliwogs turning

into frogs

and leather skinned lizards

climbing off hot spots…

we eyeball dry rocks

pitch bitter boulders…

dream…

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