a straggly child
growing up alone
a weed
in the middle
of a field
of flowers
she saw the flowers
and that has made
all the difference
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Foreshadowing
bobtail
the first of my
minx feral cats
here from the beginning
has taken her place
with me on gypsys porch
during espresso ponder time
at dawn
she allows
none of the other 14 ferals
to put even so much as a paw
on the porch with us
the first of my
minx feral cats
here from the beginning
has taken her place
with me on gypsys porch
during espresso ponder time
at dawn
she allows
none of the other 14 ferals
to put even so much as a paw
on the porch with us
Little White Dog
yesterday
I put white flowers
out around
the angel patch
flowers for gypsy
my little white dog
I put white flowers
out around
the angel patch
flowers for gypsy
my little white dog
Play
the squirrel came today
it sat in the tree
where it always sat
near gypsys porch
in the angel patch
waiting for me
to let her out
to play
it sat in the tree
where it always sat
near gypsys porch
in the angel patch
waiting for me
to let her out
to play
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Without You
GYPSY
I am in the cabin
candles burning
sipping espresso
music playing
on my old clock radio
without you
first light
outlining the woods
I feel the cold
I am left behind again
without you
tears don't do it
I will sit
on your cabin porch
as we did so often
I will put my arm
around you
to keep you warm
against the cold morning
your light still shining
my day will begin
and end empty
without you
the tears drip from the leaves
as the woods says goodby
I call your name
in the silence
I am in the cabin
candles burning
sipping espresso
music playing
on my old clock radio
without you
first light
outlining the woods
I feel the cold
I am left behind again
without you
tears don't do it
I will sit
on your cabin porch
as we did so often
I will put my arm
around you
to keep you warm
against the cold morning
your light still shining
my day will begin
and end empty
without you
the tears drip from the leaves
as the woods says goodby
I call your name
in the silence
Sunday, March 13, 2011
No Warning
no warning
people caught in the mess
innocent less priviliged
unable to buy safety
from the storm
living off the pacific
living near the ocean
waiting for what
they know is coming
people caught in the mess
innocent less priviliged
unable to buy safety
from the storm
living off the pacific
living near the ocean
waiting for what
they know is coming
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