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Our friend is a maze
Our consciousness a conundrum
Our conversation an overlay of labyrinths

Playfully go
Everywhere a surprise!

:- Doug.

What are the ingredients that go into making that batch of cookies? Is there also an art to the making: and to the savoring?

:- Doug.

Even a butcher does not use a chainsaw.

:- Doug.

Seer is a risk.

:- Doug.

Every flower and bud adds to the bouquet.

:- Doug.

Spirit’s world isn’t that
simple. Spirit . . . .

:- Doug.

I used to say I don’t
like surprises but now
I write poems most days

:- Doug.

What is both
wave and particle?
Time is, too

:- Doug.

Persons mix and melt
before you catch them
they morph

:- Doug.

I use etymology
not to prove a point
but as seeds to imagining

:- Doug.

We cannot have
this person whole
we can hold
this moment of being
and this

:- Doug.

No, Canada will not become the fifty-first state. It’s looking like we will become the twenty-second republic of Russia.

:- Doug.

Maybe this chapter is the major.

:- Doug.

The one
who needs you
you need
and
the one
who needs you not
you need

:- Doug.

Can we accept the adventure in not knowing, in night, in thousands of flakes making one snow burying us?

:- Doug.

We are drawing one another.

:- Doug.

We have in presence
this one’s pure person
yet not whole person
But here is our problem:
not to gain complete experience
rather to examine
the one we are receiving

:- Doug.

Put a rock clock
In your pocket
Live on geologic time

:- Doug.

Guess not
Invite revealing

:- Doug.

Conversation the land of
Multiplying chances
Tiny blooms on forest floor

:- Doug.

How can we as ancestors give
thanks to, revere, honor those who
proceed from us           into fog?

:- Doug.

A great energy moving near me
Is it from you
Or between us?

:- Doug.

Other other senses
find themselves in our
possibility for vulnerability

:- Doug.