Gathering shapes

Speaking in echoes across the void,
To the gathering shapes below
A smiling sloth seeks shining light  speaking deliberately slow:
- with these lips, calling out to those who listen. 
-with these toes exploring unknown forces
-With these fingers shaping flame into something new,
Waking once again,
Squinting through  murky fluid
Breathing through the long long stem
holding the seed tightly in teeth
Swarming schools of color
Circling once more
The original words form. 
Solidifying  the diving force
Dripping  cold life
Smiling just because.

Bare feet

These words count time
padding flames testify
Starting in the middle
Bare feet brought us here
Pulling playful nose
Towards unknown truth
Without the longer pause,
We exhale
Crying eyes for sleep. 
Building strength awakens
Pushing past the maze fields
Hiding confused  blind mice
Holding secrets out,
Carving thoughts into
words and shapes
Promising to return ,
The nose sets out
Against great odds, 
Meat meets bones
Are Quicker together.
The gears are too small to see,
But you can taste
sweetness as you exhale
hands of gratitude. 
She disrupts images of beauty,
Casting  out our willful hands 
A great whiff and sniff creates the vortex that carries us inside.
Speaking in echoes across the void.
Not down the rabbit hole,  but up the canines nose. 

Little free library

On a dusty road the child's shadow shakes as it's too large of shoes catch on the heel of the other
The big hat creates a net of shade hiding the identity. 
Garments borrowed on a trip of importance down a road that doesn't exist. 
Horse buggy rests next to plowed hilly  fields.
The horses stand present as witness.

In the studio

All the poetic words and thoughts that were never recorded bring me up to this moment where I sit.
The words of left have left just like the apatite 
She waits until I'm watching before she begins to eat.
since it largely remains parked out front she has become more calm sleeping under the table in the studio that I dreamed of. 
  the bike with the continually deflating tire often remains at the foundry overnight.
I will arrive home unexpected, and then immediately be greeted because she waits by the window just like I did waiting all day for my dad to come home.
We're all rushing to be the king of the hill. looking around and seeing the numbers, 
we sit in the dust and draw instead.
I go outside to see your bike on its side and further I see the gate still open and so I decided to retrieve the recycle bucket and once I get to the front of the house I see that the front door is open with the lights on inside so all the bugs can go in.

The dragon fly meets the motorcycle

The man breathes  betta fish 

as he drives down the road 

 the leaves fly like the birds watching him pass.
The Dragonfly takes a break and rest on his oversized too XO leather jacket he found at a pawn shop for $50 it came with the helmet.

 He passes the pond but he remembers falling into as a child and the moment of falling has never left him as he tries his motorcycle by.

 They restrain their beast with tethers that show the types of people that they are. 

 The dragonfly and I travel for many miles and see nothing. I remember the playground for the kindergarten in China so we would sneak into when no one was there are we climb over the wall and look for the room with a little chairs and little tables and everyone has their own packages of markers we would go into the courtyards to play . 

And she looked over and saw them kissing