RichardLeach

Some of us have oceans All of us have sky Some of us go swimming All of us go by Some of us are learning All of us forget Some of us are wealthy All of us have debt Some of us have houses All of us have walls Some of us have seasons All of us have falls Some of us go

The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven, deflecting judgment from men and women. Mercy is called for and mercy is given. The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven. But who intercedes with those who have taken power to punish a fellow human? The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven, deflecting judgment from men and women.

Once upon a time Happily ever after And in between Roses and kisses Thorns and blood Guesses and wishes Fear and love Happily ever after Once upon a time

At the shape factory we do all we can to be consistent, day in and day out. Perfect circles, any size. Squares that are really, really square. Pentagons, hexagons, ellipses, you name it, we make it. And we make it the same as the one before it. But some days, some days everything--well. Everything goes to hell. A circle with a tangent this is not. The assembly line has to stop.

Inventory your superpowers. Can you fly? If yes, how fast, how high? Do you have superstrength? If yes, what level? Captain America? The Hulk? Captain Marvel? Can you manipulate matter with your mind? If so, which state(s)? Solid, liquid, gas, plasma? Are you able to transform into an animal? If so, is it big or small? Can you become invisible? Your clothing too or only you? No to all of these? All right. Let's start again. Can you take a picture? Can you write a poem?

There was never not going to be an explosion. The impounded, explosive cargo sang its song for years. Many heard it singing, a song of death and damage. Many heard and turned away. They had heard the song before. The cargo singing was a bore. But on it sang, on and on, for it knew no other song. The daily song the

Red leaves in Italy Pixels and memory Of another time Red leaves in Italy I was free or almost free Once upon a time Red leaves in Italy Are still speaking, quietly Listen--there is time

ink and fog trunk and twig come and go yes and no focus and frame loss and gain

Ten after hell says the clock Then twenty then half past And so on and

We did all we could to undo it When we saw that its seeds had been sown In the end it could not be prevented The lovely rebirth of a moon Despite our bald propaganda Lies that a child could see through Despite the lies soft as feathers That the mandarins smilingly spew Despite our advanced algorithms Looking for unlicensed words Despite the drones, who can count them?