The Condor

You roam the Andes
where the morning rays kindle your beak.
The solid granite supports you
when your wings do not flail the air.

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Lips

Sometimes, I imagine myself O Lord
a pair of parched lips
freed from the desert.

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Enigma Variations

Flashy soap bubbles flutter out of the flute.
Reeds tremble
and sea samphires twitter in the stream
in the gushing water.

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Leitmotif

I looked at a leaf
with the thousand faceted eye of an ant.
In front of me was spread the tapestry
in which I saw
the green blood of vegetation pullulating.

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The Canticle of Blood

Blood
has in it the intensity
of cobalt suns
crushed in measureless crucibles.

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Eroica

From the pupil of the sun
Beethoven
plucked a granule.

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The Stairway

There is a stairway built of clouds with stardust encrusted.
Wave upon wave heavenwards ascending…
the vision of the kingdom
like multiple choirs of cherubim and seraphim ascending.

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Arizona

I’m the parched Arizona desert.
By day a blaze of flames dawdling
over an everlasting emptiness.

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Tango

Tonight I’ll grasp the blade ‘twixt my teeth.
and we’ll take to the floor
to dance the tango
under the plucked strings of the stars
dribbling daggers of tears.

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