Tag poetry

It's all how you juggle the chaos, the strife of a circus life.

Backward, echoing, mirroring It is provocative to postulate

He's seen enough of his mistress preening.

Clouds of blue and yellow remind us of our home.

Dimensions but not directions divined.

Klee’s kids skin their knees and cavort under blue-sheeted shrouds.

sunward stretching Leonard lengthening limbs

We stand by the winter pond, Look each other in the eye, Then look away.

Thoughts About the Earth series.

The old masks let me breathe through my nose and mouth but these masks are different