three years ago, henry walcrest realized he would never find it standing still

push back the blanket
gravel-formed aches my morning
moving off putting

who said anything about possible?

we leap over seas
to watch love build cityscapes
out of dirt and time

fleet blinker

butterfly at night
caught by the quick and caller
butterfly, ignite

carrousel of givers

waves and waves they pass
for up a down turned up learned
choir of motion

no time to dally, sally, the bells play on

universal minds
on a dancing-mad clock hand
like spark puppies play

upbringing of a machine

red wrath burns quickly
though cold is what one should fear
and not from without

you should have thought about that before you erased the messiah

at a loss for words
open stained-glass magnetic
cutting briar's path

none can catch the jungle's son

sweat thump I am drum
race with the tree-swung young one
drum run my earth lung

my tenure as daybreak's shutter operator

carefully holding
watch wait for bold faces; here
show you tomorrow

sister carried this with her for a lifetime

sure soft foot movement
clothed in a field of sky folds
and time was a place