time memoriam
the mist thick over the "magical salt marshes"
keeping their secrets shrouded
the mist blowing soft red with the sun
a thin ray of orange yellow red kaleidoscope light
shining like a laser on one spot in the backyard
good morning sun how nice it is to see you
it winks at me thru a narrow slot in my window
and the day starts new again
e
Monday, June 9, 2008
black, black, black, night
its one of those days when
you're hot and floaty like a feather
being drawn up in an upward wind
severe storm warning beep beep beep 4:39pm
barreling in from the west
on the feet of ghost buffalo's
rolling liquid mass of grey
to the window to see
white white, darkest blue, yellow red orange laser light
a crack
we look at one another in disbelief and immediate awareness
a breaking tree sound
exploding sparks
the heavy rain putting out the fire immediately
UNBELIEVABLE
the storm pouring rain out of it's hat
lightening
thunder cracks like to split the house in two
power on then off then on
then she's gone ...
the house next door with a tree on their roof
too close for comfort
their power is gone
our little tugboat house
snug
she's weathered, i think much more than this
black, black, black, night
how it should be
how it was
and how it will be
the crickets sing so softly
with the electricity gone we are all so sleepy
my head on my pillow...i am fast asleep
e
you're hot and floaty like a feather
being drawn up in an upward wind
severe storm warning beep beep beep 4:39pm
barreling in from the west
on the feet of ghost buffalo's
rolling liquid mass of grey
to the window to see
white white, darkest blue, yellow red orange laser light
a crack
we look at one another in disbelief and immediate awareness
a breaking tree sound
exploding sparks
the heavy rain putting out the fire immediately
UNBELIEVABLE
the storm pouring rain out of it's hat
lightening
thunder cracks like to split the house in two
power on then off then on
then she's gone ...
the house next door with a tree on their roof
too close for comfort
their power is gone
our little tugboat house
snug
she's weathered, i think much more than this
black, black, black, night
how it should be
how it was
and how it will be
the crickets sing so softly
with the electricity gone we are all so sleepy
my head on my pillow...i am fast asleep
e
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