Category: Poetry
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Warm Day in February
Warm Day in February Mellow jazz inthe backgrounddog barking at hisshadow or mineor some invisiblepresence onthe windin the shadowswho knows 75 degree upperSonoran winterdry-heat daythe scent ofsage smudgeall around meready to driftaway maybe a visitfrom the Yaquimedicine manor perhaps myold friend Mary Jmaybe I needa Sonoran cheesecrisp first tideme over tillthe main mealafter sunsetmay getsurrealwho…
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Slower Than Guns
By Iron Butterfly from their 1970 album, Metamorphosis, points to the man-made environmental degradation well established in the zeitgeist long before our present crises… and apparently, we still haven’t learned. Slower Than Guns, by Iron Butterfly Can you feel the manmade mistAs it starts to twist your lungs?Slower than guns Breathe deepAs you enter sleepFeel…
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Road to Nowhere
Road to Nowhere Rode the loop todayto El Camino Del Cerrothe road to nowhereI wonder where(here here wherewhere there there–Stooges) crossed over theSanta Cruz withits reclaimed watertrickling along itsedge river otherwisedesert dry ocotillo hedge bloomsred after rainno blooms todayinpenerateablestems and thornsnature’s armor keeps soft-skinin or outspiny prickly wallsfenced-in gardensanimal pens heading homeroad to nowherein the…
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First Cut, Slow Down: in anticipation of Spring
Looking ahead, I have already had this experience. This is my recollection: First Cut First lawn sculpting of the season, doneSweat dripping from my shoulders and brow,Lounging on the deck, under an arbor-frame,stretched sun-sail, dappled shade,sipping a cold brew, mind wistfully wandering. Wind chimes on the cool breeze sing,“Slooooww… Slooooww… …
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Solar Water Reclamation (poem)
Solar Water Reclamation Sparklingreclaimed waterslowly flows northin the edge ofthe otherwisedry lowerSanta Cruzthen to theGila and eventuallythe Colorado sun glares offacres ofsolar arraypoweringthe reclaimingengines disgorging thereclaimedreconstitutedamniotic fluidof life as predatorand preyobserve fromshadow-gorgedhidey-holes andshade-camouflagedcreviced walls and I stareat the arraywonderinghow it gotthis way dry riverbedspoisoned blue skiesplastic-laced foodsynthetic body-partsand lies, lies, lies but of coursewe do…
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Hallelujah
Hallelujahby Leonard Cohen Now I’ve heard there was a secret chordThat David played, and it pleased the LordBut you don’t really care for music, do you?It goes like this, the fourth, the fifthThe minor falls, the major liftsThe baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proofYou saw her…
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Typical Day on the Loop
Typical Day on the Loop Riding the Loophalf reclinedsun glintingoff side mirrormy two front wheelshugging the curvesback-wheel gearingdrives me easilyup hills and downpowered by legsand feet on peddlesupfront and raisedalmost eye-level Roadrunner scootsacross the pathchasing a skink lone coyote matchesmy pace butdown in the washoccasionally looksmy way as ifnot interested probably huntingprairie dogs, jackrabbits,or roadrunners…old…
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Desiderata
“You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars;you have a right to be here.And whether or not it is clear to you,no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” ― Max Ehrmann – from his poem, Desiderata DESIDERATA GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what…
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June
JUNE Deep in emerald foliage, barky black and gray, moss-frosted, giant, vine-cloaked, arboreal chia-pet Druids, the forest in repose. Hit-n-run Gemini rains leave the misty moor flush with flowers, flies, and toads.And the “real world” with its deadlines, dead ends, and deadheads screams “LIES, LIES, LIES.” Overhead, darkening skies adorn themselves with plundered treasures of…
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Welcome to the Hotel California
Hotel California – by the Eagles On a dark desert highwayCool wind in my hairWarm smell of colitasRising up through the airUp ahead in the distanceI saw a shimmering lightMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dimI had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorwayI heard the mission bellAnd I…
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