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Fallen tree philosophy
At the back of the lot
Down near the stream
Where the mosquitos swarm thick
There is always a touch more breeze
Where the woodpecker tree fell
Near that mushroom spot
And the ticks and chiggers
Way back at the very back
On the sitting log
If you need me
That's where I will be
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There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who entered a horse stall to muck it
But the horse had passed
And there was only an ass
So she didn’t need quite so much bucket
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Look you, to the path
Through the copse
A soft floor of mulch
Bushes tucked in clumps
And across the vale
And on out beyond
You can just make out Park
And the 7-Eleven
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in muted stillness
nature calmly takes a breath
fading green meadows
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You got my heart beating at scouring velocity I bet
The colors of your paint job would be Flambeau and desert sunset
You got more juice than a Holley 650 double pump carburetor
As kind and cool as the interior of a 68 continental coach door
Your mouth was built with the precision of a go no go gauge
Your voice the soothing hum of a well-bathed metal lath
With a mind that’s as on point as a floor-mounted drill press
The drafting baton that laid down your lines, curvaceous
Another thing I noticed is you shine brighter than chrome
With the simple yet complex beauty of a geodesic dome
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Fury, wrought in a bygone age
Memorialized and destroyed in a tumble
Heaped on the pile of broken dreams and promise
We are each one gods —drained of our icor
Each moment—closer to the forgotten
Where the west lies oh so precious—
Each moment—closer to the forgotten
At arm’s length, cheering until
Now is your time to shine
Your time to live
Your time to formally acquiesce
All the pounding—no one heard
Each moment—closer to the forgotten
Where the west lies oh so precious—
Each moment—closer to the forgotten
At arm’s length, cheering until
At arm’s length, noises forgotten
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on a bitter wind
brown leaves swirl then settle down
rain spatters the earth
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Turtle so slow
Has emerged from below
How does he breathe down there
Without any air
Don’t ask me how
At least not just now
I’m feeling a bit peckish
And could stand a nice fish dish
Earlier, I saw some bass
Hiding here in the grass
Ah, I see you there
Swum by with no care
I will have you my pretty
Though you are itty bitty
With a frawnk and a swoop
I will fly around my loop
What’s that in the deep water
By that pesky old otter
Shinny shad make nice meals
If I can just close the deal
It will never sense my presence
And I will leave only my oily essence
A last lunge and a lurch
And I’m off to my perch
I’m the most graceful of birds by the way
And really should be in a Monet
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I woke before dawn, with places to go
My wife wants to ride, but she’s far to slow
I sure hate to leave the number one shopper
For once she gets going, nothing can stop her
But the morning bus runs, in half of an hour
And I hear her back there, starting the shower
To get stuck at the back of the bus is disaster
With a seat on the front, we get there much faster
We should hurry along before all the seats fill
I would mention the time, but can't swallow that pill
If we miss this bus, there's one that comes later
Since there is no way to hurry, the beloved wifeinator
Just a few tas and a ya, to the end of this tome
So I’ll stand on my head, and hope soon we are gone
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I walked into the night under the light of the moon
The wind made silver waves in the grass
Across the meadow sat the scrimchandress
Whittling by the light of the moon
Her hair waving in rhythm- filling the sky
Her dress a billowing cloud
As lithe and pale as the shavings that fell
From next to her came a growl
Then the pant of a smile
From the cade she had saved
Her constant companion in life
No word was spoken to disturb the rhythmic carving
I stood for an hour watching sleeping ducks down the hill
Battling the wind on the pond
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