Weather Vane
The weathercock spun
lazily upon a rusted rod,
obeyed wind's gentle prod.
Winking in the evening sun,
'long summer day is done.'
Above the barn's facade,
acted upon by God
the weathercock spun.
The black clouds rolled
and the breeze grew angry,
lightning flashed all around.
The weather cock stood bold,
and defiant for all to see.
"A little breeze won't knock me down."
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Vultures and July Sky
July's heat and dazzling sun
penetrates car visor,
and dime-store sunglasses.
Sear the last bit of moisture
from my eyes.
I still have 517 miles to go
to be in my baby's arms.
Speedometer creeps up,
the gas gauge creeps down.
Flashing blue lights.
I missed the
Texas State Trooper
parked at the top
of an on ramp.
Million dollar smile.
Smokey Bear Hat.
Mirror shades.
Mini-cannon at his hip.
I am meek, scared, submissive.
A puppy dog, belly low.
No emergency sir,
just trying to get to New Orleans
before it gets too late.
Please sir,
I won't speed anymore.
Here is your ticket,
mail it in.
Any questions?
What kind of question
could I have,
a thousand miles from home,
daughter in the back seat,
that wouldn't end
with a vision of
the vultures that
circled in the desert sky.
July's heat and dazzling sun.
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Use Your Imagination
Use your imagination
when you go
dog walking on a foggy morn.
The mist in your eyes
and mud on your feet
could be from a walk
on quiet morning trails
outside of St. John's.
When you get home
don't get a cup of
coffee maker coffee,
but put the tea kettle on
like we did at your ma's house.
Instead of turning on
talk shows and dial in radio
put on a Great Big Sea CD
and dance like we used to
when the man upstairs
played the accordion.
As the fog rises from the land
imagine holding my hand,
wandering through St. John's,
on a cool spring day,
and praying our love
never went away.
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Upon The Tides
I wrote a long poem for you,
I detailed how you make me feel.
I sealed it in a plastic bottle
I cast it upon the outgoing tide.
I detailed how you make me feel.
I described full ruby red lips.
I explained the feel of soft skin.
I pointed out everything you were.
I sealed it in a plastic bottle.
I was sure my secrets were safe.
I thought this was really romantic.
I guess it was never solid or real.
I cast it upon the outgoing tide,
I hoped it would float to you.
I hoped to have you forever.
I lost you; a dream washed away.
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