new & small

kinda like time hung on the wall
or a mountain valley having breathing
maybe where a cat kills a baby robin
at least a treasure short in duration
like a sun slips away settling down behind where dream's fire up

the difficulty climbs
younger or older orchards
each one one day will be peace
with dove songs
& rivers mad
could be a virgin like raindrop
for bird bath's bathing birds

might be a welcomed kiss after a long day
she'll be walking purple & peach colored flowers
the softness above painted her here
one could only feel new & small




for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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