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when the call comes . . .

Glory Days

Glorious goldenrod rises Filling the bed where Asparagus speared through the ground In spring On other cool mornings

path of fortune

Good fortune today Buffalo perches on clouds Traveling the world

Pathfinding

In the name of all that is joyous to the heart, Gladdening to the eye, and is kindling to the belly, In the name of all that stokes courage, Fuels passion, and promotes dreaming, Even though we may get lost By the stars in the cosmos we find our way, Returning from deep inky realms...

Newsflash

Farmers Say Their Chicks Were Abducted by Bald Eagles! Farmers Josh and Jane Hill of Keep It Simple Farms say that now their chickens are back they don’t need cats. May 14th 2017, a pair of bald eagles abducted Silky and Bo, their young hen and rooster! Turns out the bald eagles had lost their...

Ursa

Last night’s brussel sprouts Filled me with gases Then I became a hot air balloon Rising up through dusty webs toward stars Who blinked at my sudden appearance. At first I drifted Gripped by astonishment holding my hair in a too tight embrace Until euphoria settled in; I plucked stars with my bare hands by...

Autumn’s Fancy

Autumn’s full of flair, Shaking out her crimson hair, Fancy, she sipped tumblers filled With sunlight that in summer spilled, And now she beams while letting go Ablaze before the fall.

Woodpecker

The woodpecker way, Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden, Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness But to get through layers Where necessary nourishment lives, One feeding the other, In the movement a transference Of information, Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic Dancing to a drilling drum beat The woodpecker way.

Turtle By Day

Under the boughs Turtle clouds come and go Dissolving into blue skies Angel ladies dance behind the ridges. Two boys toss a coin Give each other four minutes a piece Rolling down a small green knoll Scooting over trolls. A minute rolls by, Time kept safely in the hands of boys Who determine minutes by...

Distance

Everywhere green in the heat, Almost too bright, scorching. A few red leaves – sun kissed or sunburned I do not know- They peek cheekily amidst a seagreen canopy; Bees drone from straggly roses while crickets grind a tune. Down the road a blue truck bearing dogs Winds its way to a dusty pull off;...