In Gray
The ambiguous charm of secret whispering
Tempests and Rain, windy straw reeds swept away by grains
In power and flowering cascades of hungry spray,
A discerning able mountain of
Defiant compulsion and random
Gossamer considerations in Gray.
Bone Splinters
Consumed in spider spun, scattered sunshine
Silhouett and overripe sours, a tart
Disjoined parcel of devouring sleek shadow
Proposed in distinctions of
Uncrushed stone
And gentle bone splinters in chaw,
Consulsive in design, in ragweed
And time.
{Poetry by Ron Koppelberger}

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