If You Called Right Now I'd Come Running

staring at the leaves
clapping back at me
in the breeze
we talk for hours
me, the trees and the flowers
all covered in dew and whipped by the wind
you can't rescind your promises to the rest of the world

there
the smallest idea
tossed to the sea of chance
but it will learn to dance
anyway
there
the biggest problem
could be gone by tomorrow
nobody knows
like a light going off
like a match
extinguished.

Kiss of the Cockatoos

sweat beads on my hands
and behind the eyes
stars are lingering
lids closed
deep black pools
with mercury glissening
under-surfaces
and the rain
like a hundred thousand bullets
of light
will the ideas ev'r end?
Are there any thoughts
left to send
in space?