Posts for June 19, 2016 (page 2)

For Owen, I smile 
Laughter, playing, living 
Alive with love, my son

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What pages were we supposed to read tonight?
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I do bite my thumb, sir.
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No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.
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I have seen impossible healings
Typecast stories of reconnects
‘Cross boundaries of impossible scales
Into twilight imperfections perfected
Destiny’s resurrection

Upon this quest I embark
Simply to see what’s between the stars
If lines can be bent to Icarus’ success
Or if time has spoken its decree
Either way, my love is infinite

When we try to change for ourselves
Things that are designed by God
We may end up with something unrecognizable
But the essence of reality remains
You cannot destroy what God ordains.

-‘Hwuhmp’- wuhhrrrrrrrr-chucheuh-chucheuh-wuhhhrrrrrrr-chucheuh-chucheuh-
As the bails of alfalfa
Come forth  – chucheuh –  
Half a foot by half a leg – they jolt
Forward
On the steel ramp-as thin as a cardboard box-
With a razors edge 
Swinging and jittering
With every turn and dimple the tires leave behind

We surf on the wagon -behind the bailer-
Behind the ten year old dust covered green John Deer tractor
Like fisherman in their canoe
We ride along the currents of hay through a manicured field
– fall like sliding furniture
Onto the wagon-or into our grasp-sometimes right back on the ground
-chucheuh-chucheuh-
We’ve gotta keep hearing that sound
So we can be done with this field
We’ve gotta stay focused
Move quick
With fortitude and grace 
Gently ‘SLAM’ push and ‘THUD’ the bails in their place
On this wagon-our Kentucky cargo ship-
We’ve gotta keep hearing that sound
Til the field is cleared of its fingerprint ridges
I don’t know about the other guy, but
I’m gonna keep hearing that sound in my sleep