THE ARCHAEOLOGY OF HER SMILE

THE ARCHAEOLOGY OF HER SMILE

The sun is up, the sky is blue. It’s beautiful and so are you.

~ The Beatles, Dear Prudence

 

THE ARCHAEOLOGY OF HER SMILE

” I love you”

These words that he said

A thousand lifetimes ago.

A thousand women weeping

A thousand flowers burned.

The poem,

Just written for someone, somewhere

Once.

Beloved

A wife

A daughter

A love.

About the archaeology of her smile,

About her hidden voice,

The joyful noise of her child

Or just the way she laughed,

Poised, in the mirror

Or running thru the grass

Or thru the fields

Of forever.

For these words

Were said, were written

 A thousand lifetimes ago,

A thousand women weeping

A thousand flowers burned.

The poem,

Just written for someone, somewhere

Once.

About the archaeology of her smile,

About the way she loved

About the life she lived with you

About the world she touched

For this is her true story

Written in the voices of each life.

Civilization, man or woman

And of their rise or fall.

For without her or her

Beauty, her eyes, or her smile?

Why there would be

No “his-story” 

At all

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OF ROADS & KINGDOMS

OFROADSKINGDOMS

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it

OF ROADS & KINGDOMS

How many roads

Must you travel?

How many lives

Must you take?

There are no kingdoms,

No endgames left

No crown of

Diamonds or thorns

No victory

Or failure

No paradise

Or throne

There are only

Kingdoms of

The mind and

Only kingdoms

Of dust

Poverty

Hunger

And starvation

And the only kingdom that’s left?

Is

“Love”

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