He Is

bullfrogs playing banjo strings in a scarlet sunsetwater surging in veins of the rainforest in Borneodots that salsa around on the back of a newborn fawncolors mingling on a palette, the firmament at dawn fire rainbow made by ice crystals and bright sunlightantelope canyon, shades reflect on the navajo sandstonehanging pouches, mammatus clouds dangling in […]

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Grateful

fragile is a heart inside the chest of a childbirds and butterflies tread entwining gifts there toosoft young skin shivers as melancholy air covers him with blue stitches of memories stretching out in hopefrozen between three snowflakes watching lady timeblue jays singing notes of love as church bells blissfully chime aromatic petals on a golden […]

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The Earth Has Feelings Too

silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love […]

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rebirth

seven fingers my body’s jutting leaves of gold and orangeblood red is the drifting moon shadowing vivid imagesstunning the crystal tree exposing her icy white teethvelvety silence fashioning a rebirth to cherishsafely surrounded by the Jordan and John the Baptistescorting lost souls into the cleansing water of Christ

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No One Is Noticing

Photograph and poem by Joni Caggiano September 8, 2021 red hat on an arrogant rooster crowingcrickets frantically rub spiny legs spinning talesturtles crawl along like tourists with too much baggageblue jays sneak seeds released by a pair of artistic squirrelstwin milkweed plants sigh, missing the fading monarch caterpillarsyellow jackets stinging lawnmowers, confused in an insect […]

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Atacama Blooms

looks that peel my painful, prickled skin slowly off my bodystepping on me as if I were a small stone beneath the dirtbarely enough of a bother to remove this insignificant gritlost in the Atacama desert riding a llama who talks of my fatethere is a storm of grave proportion in Chile’s parched desertwithin a […]

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Respite for Nature

    seagulls glide, splitting the air into fragments of glass, as memories, giving birtheffortlessly, like angels fluff their feathers when flying above vast mother earth heartbeats heard in tiny hummingbirds, melodic with the song of the oak treesripen fruit, beckons the fowl, in the light of the sun, as red daylilies bring bees anoles […]

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