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It’s early Sunday, I can see my breath
The morning air is crisp but not cold
The sunrise is reflecting on the river
My greyhound is bundled up beside me
My feet walk briskly, grounding me
My dog walks on my left, beside me
His tags making a soft jingle sound
I can see my dog’s breath as he walks
The sound of his feet and mine together
A rhythm that is soothing and grounding
Suddenly an eagle swoops over the water
Magnificent with his wings open wide
We stop and pause, taking in the beauty
We walk around town, it’s calm and quiet
I now feel more relaxed and refreshed
Thankful to have these Zen moments
When I was a young man
I was foolish
and not afraid of anything
In the summer of 1975
I took a Greyhound bus
across the country
when my bus pass was stolen
I hitchhiked
across the country
and for two and 1/2 months
I traveled across the country
meeting all sorts of very strange people
experiencing the underbelly of American Society
now that I am 65
and I think back upon those days
I am horrified
that I did that
because now that I'm old man
I'm much more prudent
and much more careful
and much more afraid
but back then
being young and foolish
I did what a lot of young
and foolish people do
boldly go into the world
without a plan
just seeing where life took me
that made all the difference
in the world
To get a phone call in the middle of the
Night is drear.
A man from the El Paso Texas Police
Department is on the line.
It would appear
This is about my daughter. I am now wide
Awake and filled with an unspeakable fear.
I hear the old grandfather clock chime.
To get a phone call in the middle of the
Night is drear.
The pounding in my chest is so severe.
Bottom line
It would appear
That after five long years
Of searching I no longer have my sunshine.
To get a phone call in the middle of the
Night is drear.
Whoa! Back up! What did I hear?
Your sending my daughter home to me
On the greyhound bus and this is her
Pick up time.
It would appear
She has had one powerful overseer.
All I could do was cry. Finally I whispered
Thank you for protecting and restoring
My faith that was in a decline.
To get a phone call in the middle of the
Night it would appear
That this time it wasn't so drear.
Attending a Greyhound Dog race
Blowing dust in my face
Placing a bet
Hoping no regret
The race was about to start
Soon it will be a race of determination as a depart
The gates will soon hound’s maneuver
It will be swift and quick
Chasing an electronic rabbit encouraging them on
Those Hound’s never catch
They are kicking up dust in the wind
The speed using their legs
Every ounce of endurance
The Hound’s going around bends with assurance
Mustering who is the winner to be
Keen eyes like an eagle and wise like an owl
The race will soon come to an end
The victor will be announced
The last stretch
The winner is “BOUNTY”
Best of the best
Champion in cheers
Won my bet
Right choice having no regret.
I frowned when I found my new pup was gone,
so, I searched all around for my little foxhound,
listening with profound intensity until dawn.
I was gowned but changed; headed to the pound,
in the eastbound lane that would take me there.
I yelled to expound, '"There's no time to spare!"
Traffic moved slowly, so I found a way round it,
now westbound, my nerves were coiled and wound.
I stopped at a campground and called his name, "Jit!"
I heard no barks or mewling. Not a single sound.
Pup, where are you? Hiding behind a hill or mound?
Did you dig holes in the ground, earthy and browned?
Pup, if you're lost, in salty tears I would be drowned.
Fears abound that I would never see his face again.
My spirits low, not much further can they be downed.
I heard, "Woof!" and my heart beat in quick refrain...
Quickly, Jit ran to me, faster than a racing greyhound!
All this time he'd been asleep in my car's backseat.
My pup continues to astound me with kisses so sweet.
He follows me everywhere, hoping for a doggie treat!
~ April 26, 2022 ~
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I met her in the Greyhound station
On a rainy New England day
From different sides of desperation
We were both trying to run away
I needed to make a fresh, new start
Where my troubled past was still unknown
She was dying from a failing heart
And from her hospital bed she had flown
"I am only nineteen, but won't see twenty
And don't want to die in a hospital bed
The things I haven't done are equal to plenty
And I'd like to live just a little instead"
We talked
We slept
Not a secret was kept
We laughed
We cried
There was nothing to hide
Through cities
Through towns
With corn fields all around
Over rivers
Over hills
Past landscapes with no thrills
She said she had never made love with a man
But knew that her heart couldn't take it
I told her we've made love while crossing this land
You don't have to have sex to make it
Before we finally reached the west coast
She smiled and told me good-bye
She said, "This trip, I'll remember the most"
And sometime that night she died
I got off the bus in the middle of nowhere
As they came to take her body away
I took with me a lock of her hair
And still have it with me today
The bus is half-full, empty seats are occupied
by the soon to be born, the soon to be dead,
those in transition.
The medium knows he is a guest in a stranger’s dream.
When he thinks about this, he shivers and turns
to the window, lets himself be distracted
by the dusty fields, the wind cranking farms.
A bespectacled matron moans
as the knit of her life slowly unravels.
Eighty years dead; white mice
have been born and have passed away in her head.
A travelling salesman yet to be conceived
stares about him, thinking he is in a movie.
People speak a language he does not understand -
there are no subtitles for his state of mind
however, his future occupation has already been seeded
within the mixology of an ancient starlight.
The medium wishes he were more accustomed
to the slow process of astral dissolution
and regeneration.
Passengers cling to the long straps of their minds
as the Greyhound sways.
Some occupants dream
that they have a real ticket for this life,
others may have purchased a ticket,
but not a destination;
they fidget in their seats,
and wonder why the trip is taking so long.
Large and in highway charge
Highway power
Hour by Hour
A name among giants
The Greyhound bus name started as a car
Miles after Miles the bus company has gone far
It surrounds go in travel and us
Full of promise through the years of passenger transportation
Plenty of history information
The Greyhound Bus was once a Fortune 500 known as the Greyhound Corporation
Precision in road schedule
Timing being just right
Day and Night
Bus wheels still are turning
1914 to present
The Greyhound dog stretched trademark represent
Highway friend
The pioneers Anderson and Wickman who gave the Greyhound bus its start
They saw the highway vision
Broken up into division
The hound dog attention
Giving the buses that certain effect
Greyhound bus move
Years of prove
History made and still continuing
As dust kicks up in the wind behind any Greyhound bus
Another journey into the sunrise and sunset
Never ending chapter
Go Greyhound and Leave the Driving to us
Leaving at midnight on a Greyhound, I'm excited I'll be seeing my baby sister's family for two days and watch my nephew perform in CATS. In my small safari travel bag, these things I have packed:
Deoderant and my toothbrush (will sponge off my nephew for the toothpaste)
Two pairs of different colored contact lenses (gotta match my outfits)
A bottle of contact lense solution
Undies and sports bra
A pretty blue and yellow floral summer blouse (for when I watch my nephew perform in CATS)
Blue stretch denim jeans (and white ones as well, just in case)
Fashionable blue sandals
My supplements and sleeping pills in three tiny containers
My ASEA and COSEVA (They are helping me at least a little)
My cute new pink swimsuit (in case there is a pool somewhere)
My grey short shorts for exercise (in case I find a gym)
One of my favorite t-shirts which reads "I Need More Weekends"
Flat black comfortable shoes
A long t-shirt for my nightie
My cosmetic bag with makeup, face cream, nail file and hairbrush
A jewelry bag containing decorative combs and an extra ring
A pack of gum and my mouth guard
A small notebook and some pens for hopefully writing a few poems
My latest copy of TV Guide (I don't expect I'll be able to sleep on a bus!)
A borrowed book entitled "Uncensored Health You Can Have Today"
Healthy Peatos and "I Eat Bugs" snacks (to surprise my sister)
My purse with money, phone and charger inside (that completes things; the bag is less than 15 lbs. I always travel light because my trips are alway short!)
Date Written: Aug. 1, 2019
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The Auguries of Mary Magdalene
David J Walker
I saw Mary Magdalene
Sitting on the stone bench
Near your grave
Was she here for you
Was she there to proclaim
Your absence
never looking my way or
saying a single word in
A dream about a victory
that could save my soul and
Release yours from sad visions
I remember the last time I saw you
Dressed for a journey already departed
Dressed as if form a black & white
Photograph of you taking a train
Or climbing the steps to passenger prop plane in the 50s’
Or was it a Greyhound bus in the 40s’ with a
three-day pass from camp to see your mother
And now after three days
Mary Magdalene, if you please
Recite the auguries of
Sunday morning at dawn