When rising,towering white clouds
from far-off in the sky
come my way:
from a height where my without lives are small
I'm simply un-reminded, a simple grace they share.
I'm simply unreminded
of hurrying
and worrying away:
a place for every picture in the endless sky,
a place for anything so different
my heart can't understand,
flown one corner upward from the line.
We won't hardly stop to wonder,
why it took so long
I'm reminded
it's so natural here, to be your friend and lover.
I'm simply reminded of the picture that we meet in
when we turn along the upward corner.
In the cause of it
we can dissappear
and reappear,
touch down,dance again
walk upon these bridges
touch down, it all made sense again
I'm reminded
I'm simply reminded
by turning the upward corner.
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I like the idea of being unreminded, which is like slipping into what you always were without trying.
Companion Poem
A figure of speech turned a corner
and went up a flight of stairs
that vanished into the blue.
Where are you? It's today.
I've been looking out the window
at the sweet bay magnolia, each leaf
like a tongue tasting the green light
just before the rain.
Each a metaphor, each the thing itself,
and all a swaying, trembling in the wind.
Wherever you are, I hope you bloom again.
Jim, sorry I neglected responding to my companion earlier. ..........(static)..........."cloud-niner-foxtrot-watusi-wonk-a-bar-come in........(static)................
The sensation of tasting green light is a favorite delicacy of which I'm quite partial. Thanks for thinking of me,and wondering what and where I'd flown off into.
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