Poetry Page (September 1999)

The
Wind Blows
And I Move
Floating Like A
Graceful Ballet Dance
The Birds That Rest On Me
Still And Moving No Effort
Just Be As If They Are
One Of My Branches
So Full Of Life
Standing Like
A Tree
F
R
E
E

– John Buffington

* * *

the
tide rolls
in and out
forward and back
rising and sinking
forever
motion
SEE

– John Buffington

* * *

Life here embodied,
Like a chocolate-dipped rainbow,
Masks reality.

– Cass Redmon