toN in Not
daM in Mad
naP in Pan
emiT in Time
goD in Dog
livE in Evil
looP in Pool
raiL in Liar
traP in Part
staR in Rats
Words flung - Return as stones
Boomerang!
There's a Polaroid from sixty or so years ago...
It's of a man and a boy in the foreground.
The great Niagara Falls just beyond.
A thin rail in between them and the rapids.
Black water violently rushing over the brink.
There was great scarcity for the man...
scarcity of money
scarcity of security
scarcity of light
scarcity of love.
but he always held on tightly to his cub.
With fistfuls of hard labor
and a thimble of fair luck...
The burlap of time softened
to rough cotton puffs.
For his entire life, the man held the boy tightly.
With the black brink of a fall always in sight.
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My deck
My deck is a nice place.
You can see for miles away.
The trees on the mountain tops.
Leaves that is starting to change.
To the right the city, I do see.
What a pity to the green trees.
Cars and trucks the sound do pound their ears away.
To the left the woods I see. A deer standing as still as could be.
As if he belongs there at the edge.
Over the rail in front is the pool for a place to get real cool.
My deck the place I want to be. How about you?
Thinking a sleeping owl perched on a rail in late afternoon would never notice
As I tried to pet its delicate feathers, to touch its chestnut brown grayish-ness
The Okefenokee Swamp owl bit me in 1973
Returning I thought as a symbol in 1986
Taking the place of wisdom
The owl returned with its question—
How do you like it that I have wakened you
up tonight and frightened you?
It was years ago,
I was younger and more fit,
I went to California,
And was soon scared out of my wit...
I decided to travel,
With family in tow,
Down the "Big Sur",
But I didn't know...
It was a ride into
A nightmare,
I was paralyzed with fear,
Driving on a road,
With death oh so near...
No guard rail in sight,
I near choked on my fright,
Steep cliff on my right,
My imagination took flight
Down into the abyss,
We surely would go,
Californian cars on my bumper,
My terror did ever grow
What do they want?
For me to dive off the cliff?
So they can rush to their goals,
Another five minutes the diff?
There came a pull over spot,
All the closer to doom,
I pulled over quick,
With hardly any room...
The endless traffic went by,
At fifty MPH or more,
I figured I was there,
Till I could no longer endure,
After what seemed endless hours,
I got back on the road,
Got off as soon as possible,
I had no need for a goad
I drove hundreds of miles inland,
In order to return,
To my hotel that day,
And I did learn
It's up to fools to dare,
Things they know not what they do,
And let me tell you,
Of me this was true.
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