Blue-Green Bards

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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 

His Holy Truth

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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

Sway

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Kindness is why the World
Rises or falls
Thrives or survives 
Why after the fairy tale ends
We walk
Together or apart
Kindness, it means the world 

Kindness is whether 
I serve you donuts
You serve me coffee
Whether when the sun dips low
We rest
Fine or fitfully 
Kindness no matter the weather

Thermal 

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I want the Spring to redeem me
The Lake to heal me

I want salvation for my soul
My heart rinsed and made whole

I want the wild, wild to steal me
The West to bring me home

I want this at any cost
I’ve a dime and a half lifetime to spend

Stricken With Purpose

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What of the bitter
Since I’ve known sweet
When I’ve caused distance
You’ve drawn me near
I cannot unknow
Understanding You’ve giv’n
If there be cracks in cement
We’ll place jewels there
For flowers
Not weeds shall grow here

Freedom Day

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I feel the Fall air fading
Because June wants to be balmy today 
And I wish it to be

I sense my warm heart willing
Because tomorrow I’ll be mid-life
And I plan to beat statistics and lies

I feel and I sense
Because I’ve a sixth sense
And I hope to be your poetry

Day Ok

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Different now
He’s older
So am I 
So is he
We are different now
We were once three
And we were We
Now it’s he and he
He and me
We
Great, still
Differently 

Grand Village

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I entered school less than best-dressed
But jazzed them nonethess 
With my knowing
At home, they did their best 
My God! They were kids
What had they that I might glean
‘though, they gave me a closet of dresses
Sometimes ragged denim 
And space decorated with what kids need
Animals, charicatures, loveliness, love
I put it all on 
That my height not betray
My child’s age
I came away from those tall years
Not half bad

I went back in a dream
Early one day
Spent from the years of adult nonsense 
Wearing again ragged denim
Too short for my legs
I chose to hide foraging
In some school closet 
For someone else’s clothes 
That I’d fit in
That I’d not look to old for him
Too young for them
That they’d understand my intellect
My heart
I’m happy to say, nearing the end, I am
Not half-bad 

Game of One 

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Shimmering 

I will describe you as that

I will not name you

I don’t believe even you know

Your nature

You could be the willow, leaves dancing with the wind

I’ll accept no refuge from you 

Are you the oily-coated wolf, moving stealth beneath the moon

I will not run from you 

If you be the gravitational pull, with billions held captive

Watch me defy you

And shimmer too