The Quantumverse
The time bird swings and sings
a tincture of rhyme
into the puzzle of dreams –
wake up honeybun!
Twitch back the clock’s tick tock
box of zz’s sleep caterwauls
claws the walls
trick locks in the tip of the trip of the
slight fantastic
For dVerse Quadrille
I sing you “Alouette”
je te plumerai les yeux, bec, tête
plucked eyes, beak, head
happily stripped to gooseflesh
killing you with my beautiful French
our feathers like songs
we don’t understand
itching under our skin once we’re
hungry enough for love
For dVerse Quadrille
“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious”
– Jim Harrison
Your laugh a blurry yawn –
I’m so nearsighted you are always
your beautiful best each morning
as you push me out of bed
Yet my eyes have the gift of
near sight –
Husbandry the myopia
of close study and closer calls
That look, too close
for comfort
Such when I roll back towards you
within a whisper of your lips
A semiquaver of your eyes’
plainsong light
I see how love and the world
collapse
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