[Normaphoto]

At the bucket you painted
Blue by the pumphouse door.
Whatever I came out here for
Escapes me --and photography
Captures reverie or me
Staring at my shoe. It's fun
To fall in love with you.

O young Opossum

O young Opossum you,
In my lanai bamboo,
Cower over blossoms
Where evening brings
An end to hiding, soft,
Unhurried --stay aloft
And don't be worried. 

Rail Therapy, Inspecting The Continuum

Time and space propagate in all
Directions, and then, when done
Get up and do it again --time emits
Time, divides itself, displaces space
As motion does mass.
Good, there are times 
I need a kick in the past--
Which is hard on brains and why
I ride trains: therapy between
Points A and B confined to steel
Defines reality in terms of there
And here, and they serve beer.

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For a superior lyric and story, please run this vid of Guthrie performing a Steve Goodman song that has, in the past 45 years (a magic number matching my wedding anniversary tomorrow), become something between an anthem and hymn to this great land.
 
 

 

And, yes, don't have my specs on but believe that's Pete Seeger on banjo.

Field Care And Turbo At Four

Our reception of time,
In unseen circuitry
And green antennae
Over seed.
We grow, need.
Potentials isolated,
Rhythms set:
Birth, thought teach
Us each greater
Creations, creators--
But none equal
The incomparable
Force of not being, then
Being --isolated, set--
Which of course
We promptly forget.

Portable

Not so much memory
Or destination or
Station stagnant
In a poem --what
Is home but finding
Our place in
The journey?
Moved among moving
Stars, a trajectory,
We become.

Early Days

Recombinant garden in
Mingled ends, starts --
A function of character
Among magical arts-- and
An enchanted riddle living
In the middle, giving, giving.

Missing Jones and Y2K

When I was a boy of fifty,
Jones the cat would find
My lap wherever I sat and
Share his habitual nap --
His posture toward existence.
And, at his insistence, 
I too would slip consciousness.
We were friends, I guess.