Mini Micropoetry Collection O' Mine
Love On The Inside
Red meaty wet percussion ~ it spasms for you.
Long Jump Into The Blue
Reaching for the sky
Legs outstreched
Silicon glinting below
She strives to soar
We Are Made
Creation * stars sliding * colliding * banging
Running Around In Circles
Sun arcs the stand,
runner arcs the track,
handoff stretches and arcs his back.
A hush falls down,
air pregnant, pauses;
the finish line crossed:
the crowd rejoices!