Sunrise

in either case the trumpets blare

the living green turns to brown

what legacy we find behind us

a warning cloud exactly played

for humanity writes its own notice

the song is freely sung as we

peer over our shoulders wondering

who put the blood across the lintel

and how did it happen just like that

for in one single moment, the earth rattles

and tips this way and that, dizzy, fearful,

not another warning, but full steam ahead

the good, the bad, no one recognizes them

for the hatred is gone from their eyes

and all we want now is a good night’s sleep

and a sunrise in the morning

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sleep comes when the dust settles

imagining the light of day progresses

a wince at first light, hold your breath

and watch the wax figure melt

before your very eyes into a pool of blood

so thick that it is more than bone

now the tantrum of the decade

flies apart in all directions

and the lotus flower exaggerates

its bloom, merely floating on back eddies

and making a home for the frogs

whose pleasure in life relieves the sky

of its many-winged predators

and only then will the release be fulfilled

Always Be So

looking so long the eyes go out of focus

dimly remembering the maze, the chase,

not something that sticks in your gut

but as the clouds clear it can be seen

and we see the changes the challenges

that we once know by rote, by heart,

so that however many times questioned

the answer would be right there on the tongue

waiting in all its readiness to come forth

just as the meaning of dreams emerge

like memories of yesterday or beyond

and we get pats on the back, handshakes,

because it all came out perfectly

and we wonder if it will always be so