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pastel sky spreads across the horizon
gently encouraging the world to wakefulness
blue and violet clouds
floating dreamlike across its vast expanse
reflecting the warm orange light
of the morning sun
The crickets singing into the night,
As the passing train whistles,
Water washing against the rocks,
While the fox sneaks through the thistle.
The majestic sky scattered with clouds,
With no moon or stars to be seen,
The ole owl keeping its nightly watch,
Truly peaceful and serene.
The cool night breeze
Gently blowing through the trees,
It’s like a peace of heaven,
Where wild creatures can roam free.
Spiraling staircases,
Bookcases packed,
Warm, glow, deep.
Like fleeting thoughts
Trying to encompass and relate to you
Her.
She is much more indeed.
Dead deer bloated on side of highway,
Smell could make you vomit
A hundred yards away.
Trying to work outside,
But … Oh my God.
Folks arrive in a white pickup,
Logo on the side
To take the carcass to
Wherever roadkill goes.
I applaud, so they know
They are appreciated.
Not a job I would want.
Then I hear it.
The retching,
Over and over,
Of a man doing a job
For which he is grossly underpaid.
Thankful or not,
I run inside,
Lest I follow his example.
I swallow a piece of rough crust bread
it sticks in the straits of my chest
blocked maybe by the whale
in my belly’s deep seas.
The bellowing beast’s song
sends gazelles running
to the hills of my knees.
A bear charges down
my shins’ snowy slopes
down to the crocodiles of my feet
plodding through the grass.
The bread wears down to a stone
and passes to churning waves.
The whale was there before I was born.
Bats perch on the wires of my nerves.
Watch and you may see them
fly out from this cave
in the front of my face.
the times I delve deep
which I rarely, anymore, do
when I accept the world as it starkly is
as opposed to the filtered falseness
I realize I am in a decent place
perfection is a sort of myth
those who say they are in a grandiose spot
well, perhaps they stretch the truth or are what’s labeled as lucky
I’m fortunate though which is most likely a better scenario
I see a tiny bit of light even in January
and celebrate today, because haha, it’s June!
brightness abounds
flowers bloom, fade then others appear
sure, there’s lack, but acceptance introduces joy
