My best friend and I followed the Fenton To Mansfield Hollow Dam When I was 8 or 9. Beautiful memory. Beautiful stream. The water was weak-coffee-colored (From oak leaves Steeping in the slower Muddy-bottomed bends) But clean. We waded Most of the way barefoot, Slipping on the algae-coated Stones, losing our balance, Playful as otters. …
The circle of what?
Circle up. Hold hands. Look around. Look across. Look at your feet. Look at all the shoes. Shoes with feet in them. We make a good circle. Circle of people. Is life a circle? Where is the circle of life? Is there a bigger circle? Why can’t I see it? Is the Koala in it? …
What’s so funny?
The world is not funny but then again Years ago my mechanics were two brothers Their garage was a mile down Swamp Road One day (I was driving a loaner) I showed up To see what was taking them so long Just As I was pulling in here was the scene: The brothers were sitting …
I / we versus the idiots
It’s not your world, so stop complaining, you. Sometimes, yes, I call myself “you”. affectionately. You, Stop! (Nobody but me has the authority to stop my complaining.) Other times I refer to myself as “we”, as in, It’s not our world. . . (We’re so tired of having to explain ourselves! ) I don’t know …
Shadow
I’m a veteran Of WW3 I’ve got the scars and the stories To prove it And I’m signing up For another tour That is to say My soul signs me up Even though I haven’t Recovered from the last I limp I have night sweats I wake up gasping for air I bought myself a …
Heading for the Hudson Valley
It’s been raining so hard lately The puddles have tides. The wind was booming in the trees Trying to get the house to move. I was in my car early Heading for the Hudson Valley Driving over fallen branches Until I turned onto the highway, Uncapped my thermos of coffee And settled in for the …
We must be more than prophets — a prose poem
When enough people embrace a movement, that movement can spin a life of its own — a great spirit. And out of that greatness of spirit, a culture begins to emerge which, in turn, produces work, schools, values reflected in new art-forms, dance, food, all qualities of that shared spirit. If it attains viability, in …
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What is the point
1) When we are done The job may not be But I’ll know we’re done By how you look to me When you lay down Whatever tool you were using When the message comes To step back The leaves are falling So soon Damn I am passing a leaf How pretty it is What unlikely …
I have the tools
So much to do around here I have a long list and I have the tools I have lots of tools Tools for cutting Measuring Sanding Sawing Sharpening Leveling Planing Digging Edging Plumbing Chopping Scraping Painting and caulking Digging Nailing And pulling nails Plenty of tools Duplicates even Some belonged to my father Yes there …
Climbing Monument Mountain
When I climb Monument Mountain It is always with a friend The same friend And every time we climb it The mountain reminds us That we are not getting any younger I already know this But the mountain rubs it in One time in the Fall It was so icy That we were slipping And …