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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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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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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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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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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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on a bitter wind
brown leaves swirl then settle down
rain spatters the earth
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The desert at sunset, comes alive in the dying light
The cool quickening breezes, glimmering in light
White sand beach, the foaming surf effervesces
Dark caves under waves—edges churning light
A morning sunbeam illuminating a moss bed
For only a moment—a spark of green light
Windswept fields of delicate golden dried stalks
How far you waved to reach this softness of light
The amber glow in a dying flame
Shifting the shadows of firelight
I Belden, walk in the pines every evening
For the orange display and to say—ah the light
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The month of August in the deep south
Signals the first of many ragweed blooms
The lush greens toast to brown
The creeks finally run clear
And about one inch deep
Days are spent hiding from the sun
Energy seems to be burned away
Loki’s torch up to its old tricks
Excitement wants to build
A rain could change the seasons
But the dust-choked back roads
Have no relief yet
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In the golden rays of early morning
I watch you rise, kicking to the sky
Off to dazzle elsewhere
Exchanging notes in the distance
Acutely aware of my limitations
I watch you rise to the treetops
The feeder spinning, soon abandoned
The swelling buds soon to cover
Rest now and garner strength
After the long winter struggle
Ready for the gathering in
Hungry mouths to fill again
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