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Poems from Windhorse, to be published later in 2022.
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Poems from Windhorse, to be published later in 2022.
Sit on that bench awhile
Look up at that sky
Listen to the birds call
Imagine what they talk about
Early one morning when you’re feeling glad
Grateful just to be still around
Lace up your boots and start walking
Up around the corner
Climb some hill
Take that stick waiting
There among the ferns
Grip it like a sheep herder
Like some old woman or man
Yes, keep on moving
But pause for breath too
There is time enough for everything
If you value the precious in you
Red-winged black bird sings his warning
country road is ending soon
Ditch daisies squint and clematis whispers
We can’t go with you over there
Airport traffic chorus in the roundabout
Somebody’s humming off key
Discarded at the edge
between tall grasses and concrete
blue sleeping bag curls around absence
Who slept here under the stars last night?
I ask Dandelion who only smiles and waves
Secrets are secrets
Nobody’s coming back this way
All the traffic halts for the walker
I hope I don’t limp or stumble
Impatience rising with mercury on tongues
Wind’s playful on the overpass
Lovers’ lock marks hearts’ forever embrace
I won’t jump
but I imagine what mess a falling
would make
There is the town in the distance
You can smell her everywhere
I pause with the dogs in the alley
to comb my hair
There’s a sign in the Garry Oak on the corner
No heavy big trucks welcome there