I’ll write my own song, it seems
There will be no dance, I know
But sans checkered flag, I’ll have lived
Deep June
Cool and humid
Who knows whether April or August reigns
For the air sticks to your skin
But you seek a blanket still
Goosebumps and sunburn
The skin keeps a secret
Blue-Green Bards
I’ll know you because
We drink from the same common-ground cup
Though we take our fair-trade tea differently
I’ll invite you, you’ll invite me
To some talking-with somewhere
At the table there’ll be all the stories
All the damn fine stories
The world ought to have wondered about
And with what wonder, they’ll raise their cups and clink and think
Grateful now, for our tales
Thank-filled, for the truth now
Not wanting the ado anymore
A Haiku
Did Earth summon you
Or did you burst from the heav’ns
To teach us true grit
Step Right Up
What shine to put on
What tophat, what dazzling show
That I’m not a ghost
Whimperless
A resounding No
Punctuating the silence
You made not a sound
I miss bad judgment
I miss the sin
I want to put on
That old coat again
This straight and narrow
Feels far too wrong
I miss the lightning
Come thunder’s song
His Holy Truth
Things are not what we thought
And in the morning, we wake and learn
Nothing is as we were told
Either
This was all spin
Swinging, as a tired disco ball
Except
There is that standing truth
Upright and all
Vertically oriented
Waving at us in this bad wind:
Let go
Let go
At the same time, love it all
Blue Ridge Calling
Banjo, stay away
Back sweet, toney resonance!
Banjo, come closer
Miss June
Giggle garden feet
Polished in dirt and star’s dust
Roses adorn thee
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