& I the wind
Fire my words are
The ones which speak me
—& I the wind
The wind feeds
Blows down, maybe out
Blow to rights, wind!
:- Doug.
Fire my words are
The ones which speak me
—& I the wind
The wind feeds
Blows down, maybe out
Blow to rights, wind!
:- Doug.
Lenses about us
Look through them all!
Lake’s waters
Your lover’s eyes
The sky
Your friend
Your enemy
A goat
A mountain
A 90-foot tulip tree
An eagle
A book
A conversation
Lenses curve our sight, help us
See what’s there
:- Doug.
Community Disorganizing is what I do; conversation that cooks is how.
:- Doug.
It’s about caring about someone who’s still alive, rather than providing care to someone while they’re on their way out.
:- Doug.
Flowers flower for their milieu
For bees & butterflies to come & visit
to make the rounds of thee & me & these & those
& we are already found to be made of star stuff
& it takes at least 3 to twinkle
:- Doug.