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The Edge

Things that cling to life 
in the most unlikely spots, 
life not recognized by many 
yet understood by the few.

Who fight for survival 
against the likelihood of defeat, 
battling nature and man himself 
finding a place to breathe.

Strength brings a beauty
of desire, thought and focus, 
a clear belief in self and mind, 
this fight to overcome.

Uncertainty of nature 
provides a path for success, 
rewarded from the expectation 
that survival is not guaranteed.

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Optimism

The morning shown as a mono gray
but the forecast called for a clearing sky
which gave me time to read and pray
The morning shown as a mono gray
later on will be time to play
to write a verse or bake a pie
The morning shown as a mono gray
but the forecast called for a clearing sky

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A Lake Level View

Standing in a small boat
on one of the Great Lakes
the early morning sunrise having
turned into a cloudless new day.

Shoreline behind me, mostly trees,
some houses, a large park
that was once a factory
and water as far as I can see.

It was a matter of perspective 
this view I enjoyed
the birds and ducks could see further
while planes overhead could see for miles.

and I had my lake level view

Fish came to the surface
a piece of drift wood floated nearby
a plastics bottle (ugh!) moved with the current
another boat trolled near with two men aboard.

and I had my lake level view

A seagull landed near us
hoping for a fishy handout?
While my uncle and I talked of nothing specific,
worms, seaweed and another lost fish.

and I had my lake level view

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The Window Pane

Just getting ready to open the door,
an old door with six panes of glass
filling the upper half of the door,
like six frames of distinct pictures
into the world.

Wanting to step outside and take a deep breath
of this warming spring morning,
but noticed one of the panes was different
than the others, distorted slightly,
like old time glass.

I took some time to look at the pane,
to find a slight discoloration of the glass.
All the window panes looked out onto a porch
and a backyard with trees just starting to leaf
and a few daffodils that were announcing
another spring was arriving.

But that one pane, with a differing hue
provided a slightly yellowish tint to the yard.
It made the daffodils even brighter and
the yard more sun drenched than it was.

It was, like art.  One small sliver of the world
but it drew me in to take a deeper look.
I was reminded of the satisfaction that is found
by enjoying the small, unique things in life.

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The View

seeking a new view
traveling on country roads
hoping to find what?
instead stumbling upon you
happy for the connection

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Bench

Bench
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I hiked a trail, fresh
unharmed by the steps of man
and found a bench, fresh
unharmed by weather or man.

Why here, for what purpose,
the bench sat in no direction
to understand the why, the purpose
trying to determine the story, the direction.

So I sat on the bench
making a point to view
in all directions the bench
offered, to understand my own view.

While sitting I began to relax
maybe that was the reason
to take some time and just relax
do I really need another reason?

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No Bird ever soared in a calm

How can I fly like a bird he dreamed
this man and his brother, with little formal education.
So they dreamed and watched,
they studied and read.
Dickens and Twain, Virgil and Plutarch also.

They worked hard in Dayton and Kitty Hawk too
and they never stopped, the focus the same,
how can I fly like a bird.

So they tried and they failed
and tried again - and failed
and they failed - and they learned
and their focus remained the same,
how can I fly like a bird?

It was never easy, never for sure
because no bird ever soared in a calm.

With little help and little attention
they remained focused.
Supported only by profits from
their small bike shop —
they continued on.

Until one day
on a windy, rough day,
on an isolated stretch of beach at Kitty Hawk,
they flew like a bird.
with an engine they built
and a plane they designed so many times.

To capture the spirit of so many others
to fly in the skies of Paris
and finally in the skies near DC.
These brothers, humble in outlook
but focused in demeanor,
lived their dream to fly like a bird - 
because no bird ever soared in a calm.

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Are you able to sleep

I Hope You Are Able To Sleep
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I hope you are able to sleep
head on pillow, eyes closed, deep.
This journey you are on, painful
to serve, to support, so mindful.
No recognition of your role
makes you cry and cuts to your soul.
Do you find time to fall asleep
so much going on, that’s a leap.
Your perspective is so narrow
so fly away, like a sparrow.
To get some help, to breakaway
or maybe just to hear him say,
Thank you.

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A Purpose

As I put the card in the suit pocket,
I found another card with a short biography.
The card I put into the pocket had its own short biography.
Both cards were for the same purpose.

A few years ago, this suit
was worn for visits with the bosses.
Asking for more money or trying to sell an idea.
This suit had a purpose.

A few years later, this suit still has a purpose.
Supporting friends and families, a coming together
To celebrate wonderful lives,
Lives with a purpose.

I think I will leave the short biographies in the suit pocket,
As a reminder of those lives, those families, those friends,
But also as a reminder of having a 
Life with a purpose.

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Quantum

I feel you
from miles away
the pain and the smiles
without a word to say

Not just the big things
but the smallest of small
if something happens to you
I feel it all.

We don’t move as one
influenced by the other
a northern light maybe
with no sense of smother

We live in our space
a sphere or rectangle
but certainly we sense
we are entangled.