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the dance

secret breezes true as dirt

weaving thru the tall grass 
blowin in the wind
time ribbons seen twisting 
through the corner of the eye

only tei-walls between these rooms, 
in the shadow silent steps, a rice-paper craft 
whose tiptoe ways were gained at night,

as much quiet 

as possible 

while in motion

chancing freedom, beg your pardon adventure
chancing danger, we never dreamt of it, 
only of the deep wood under the soaring stars 
along the night's whispering trails. 

a sunrise-colored strip of satin swirled, 
a dance partner in perfect grace

turn to step in time, turn turn turn en pointe, 
spotting to focus on a face,
a picture a scene a hook where slippers hang...

deep bow and curtsy.

(red and gold, candle-light behind silk embroidered panels, softly merges in passing, giving just enough glow to see the way.)

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detritus    

the best wealth is light in the pocket, 

weighs almost nothing

floating aerial seeds 
on a summer breeze

     

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workaday

heroic efforts notwithstanding

still dazed and dizzy i wait

for something

i plod salt and sweat

thinking my boss will, at some point

"scratch his brain and his ass and notice the same eau."

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comfort

paper rustling by the window

whispers in the wind

whistling and string-picking

to the left i listened

to the story being told

beach blanket billowing

beneath clothespins 

tugging on the line

however the tale spins,

i'll have to chart and follow

like a GPS system

adjusting unmapped turns

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if i had a gun where would i put it.

on the bedside table, no cuz i'd be sleeping and intruders could get it before i did

cuz there's a nightlight, one small bulb in the glass base of the lamp, and i like it on, i'd have to shut it off. which i won't do.

yeah right definitely not under the pillow.

in the drawer of the bed-table. that seems the best, but i'd have to lock it so the kids couldn't get at it, and that  means I'd have to have enough time to unlock it and get the gun in my hand in order to defend my life. which is highly unlikely with an intruder standing over the bed.

maybe behind a picture, in some custom made easy access safe place too high for anyone to reach without a ladder. good thing I've been practicing high jumps. I think i could jump and smack it open in a split second and shoot the intruder on the way down. 

Maybe have the gun on a small swing hanging from the ceiling just over the bed, with a wireless device that looks like a tv clicker, set so I can press a button and the little swing will tip over and drop the gun into my lap. That might really work, really surprise the intruder...

it just doesn't seem feasible in the long run, sad to say, they shot horses don't they et al, but thanks anyway for the invite.  i hope you enjoy the gun shop texas BBQ festival. Open to the public, right. OK I'll tell my friends.

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in lofty terms

words dripping from rainbows and drifting through fine mist

and water bubbles

haloes of the sun and moon

etched on tablets of marvel

drawn on chalkboards of ether

words that make noh sense

in every sense

akashic words from beyond time

burnishing from carbon to gold
coal to diamond

and back and so on

tender sprouting seedlings
pregnant words carrying quintuplets

the words we spoke as friends

     

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75 years ago Charlie Chaplin did this speech/enactment, "A Message for All of Humanity"

"more than cleverness, we need kindness"

the video, of course, is edited with more recent imagery





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