Flurry in spring

There are many small parts floating around right now trying to find their place in my brain -
This is, of course, also part of the process - letting the segments float, until, in a moment of focus, each finds their home in the work (or gets cut out in editing!)

Right now however, there is a sense of snowfall in my brain -
Each part is unique, but in a moment of blurry vision chances becoming a fuzzy pile of "same" white noise

I'm not really doing justice to snowfall...or my brain....
but - maybe you get my drift - oops!...pun alert!

Instead of bad puns.....how about this one - its not a dance - yet.

Street Signs and Distance

in a face ready to smile
i find joy
i want to hold -
my eyes open
in
a lit room on 10^th St.
full of dances
clinging
salty and laughing
in a small studio
on Bleeker St
a sleepy love duet
is replaying
down on 14^th St.
while
limbs, mind and empty spaces
are excavating freedom in orange
beyond 200^th St

Empty III

Quietly sitting in the heart
of time
a
Space
of
you
Without you

Things I hold on to

Soft clothing
Text/Voice messages I find sweet or sexy
Pictures long after they are appropriate to keep
Random grocery lists
Paper with poetry on it
Postcards of shows I've been in, enjoyed or wanted to see
Scarves
T-shirts
Journals
Love notes
Birthday cards
Books