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Let the sounds in — all of them!Screaming Chicken
The wind will not rest
It’s simply will not
Nor shall the sun go down on your calamity
Unending prayers sent up
I, each eve’
Displacing your sleep
If you wonder when it will stop
When the quiet will find you
Come to me in courage
Screaming on your knees
To say goodbye
Host
Continue to do this
Come here
Trash-picking
Ignoring the treasure in your shoes
Until such time you find
A quiet mind and deep desire
To finally meet
Yourself
In all those better angels who’ve asked you
Won’t you dance
A different dance
Over
There was that night
An only slightly dimmed light
There was that song I sang to you –I believe you sang back– about being crazy ‘ bout you
An ode I’m inclined to replay over and over and over in my mind, in hopes that I’d grow tired
There was that us celebrating love
An honest Thanksgiving
Dash of Laughter
A sweet little joint
Sometimes rockin’
Right now, not
A bit too quiet for me
But it’s the eve of Sunday eve
The neighbors and I are done in the yards
Rolling up the sidewalks
Thinking about what to cook for Sunday supper
Here tonight, it’ll be your favorite
Anything I’d prepare, you said
So shall it be
Lots of color, but only a dash of laughter
We’ve run low since you’ve gone
This sweet little joint of a home
Why did you burn it down?
Unrecognized
Is my voice ever forever becoming quieter
A year ago, you’d be deeply troubled to hear it by now
Smaller, slighter, and far less full
More less of what you loved
Were I today
Speaking on the news
Inquiring in the produce department
Or campaigning next door
Don’t worry
Your ears would only find faint resemblance to some old someone
You’d not think to ask, “But who?”
At All
How long’s it been, baby
Since a wind came to your window
A breeze of the bilowy sort
And though it arrived loud
Quieted you?
How many days, mama
The fog, it clogged your lungs
A freedive into the depths
And through its grey unknown
Empowered you?
High Point
I swear the squirrel
Said make no sound
And followed her own advice
Having the choice
Of shade or sun
Opted for lowly and nice
Still she travelled
Efficiently
And got where she hoped to be
I own peanuts
I’ll share with her
Since she shares wisdom with me
You All Along
There is a message within in us each
Will we entertain calm to hear
Fabricate our Messiahs rather than pause
Wonder-filled at the wisdom they bring
Then further we plunge into some noise
Pitch
In the pitch
There the quiet
Calm you can know
No sound from the city
None murmur from high
Field there what is true
Sown once
Though weeds wouldst to strangle
Harvest virtue
Storehouses to share
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