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Roadside Signs

Roadside Signs
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dVERSEPOETS THIS TUESDAY IN MAY
Nine hundred miles of open road
Kites flying in the air, sign posts
Signs of something important . . .
Another make-shift memorial marking a highway death?
Some type of new American protest?
Like billboards advertising the latest fashions
Hanging like Easter eggs on high
Marking each spot
White, blue, green, yellow and
Large opaque billowing flags
Torn and shredded
Signs of our human times
Flapping in the winds
Full of air, ready for take off
But held tightly against the trees
Do you really see these roadside signs?
These open bladders of misused waste
Blossoming like the spring of a new season
Our ordinary everyday plastic bags
Dedicated to — for the joy of childhood days and roadsides free of plastic bags

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Shadowleaves

 
 
 
I am
colors
on the outside
 
I brush
up against my insides
rushing forward
 
I trace
myself
back
    into life —
living
 
folded up
against the
world
charting a course
 
I am pressed
like
grain of sand
 
 
it’s crystal clear
I’m cut off from my own sight
imagine
 
I
am
neither
mix nor colors
 
I
find
not a hue
of
myself 
 
only 
the
spirit of 
 
shadowleaves
 
 

 

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An Afternoon Unfolding into Evening

layered calm air
voices
raised at the end of a day
like a sound elevator
bringing bits & pieces of
conversations from all over the
neighboring cove
glimpses
of people sharing &
sitting on backyard decks
hearing sounds float up from the water magnified like a microphone
boat engines
move toward the
dam site
birds begin
moving & feeding again
cardinals
twit twit twiting
brown cow birds in flight
hummingbirds at the feeder
rustling
among the ground foliage
baby grey squirrels & chipmunks
finding buried treasures
our hill’s very own ground hog
scurry home
to his burrow
behind an old
fallen tree
conversations
about the day
realizations of
how tired we really are
understanding
yes, indeed,
we need
a drink or
something to eat
because we are starved
haven’t eaten since
this morning
asking wanting
something that fills us up
turns us over
inside
outside space
longing to be
in the last
of the afternoon
sunlight
needing some down time before we can move on from a
busy day
dogs howling after each other in a brotherhood chant
birds doing the same
trying
to locate find each other
checked and
accounted for
vintage airplane’s engine
rolls over the
lake
tv’s play something
anything
but the news
please
a modern jet is heard
making a white
sky-trail
listening
to the end of an afternoon
right before dinner time
slipping into evening
before we reach
twilight
transitioning from
day back into
the night
must be near
as I hear another vintage plane
yet another jet passing
over
on their way home or toward their
travel distination
boundaries
between what is
and
what is to
come
the moments before ~
a change
like the changing of
the guard
sunset
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Predators in Wars

A walkway to a new world
An old railroad crossing spans over a river of time
Eroded river banks spill over from
The rush of muddy spring rains
Low water damn
Water arising
Standing guard upon village walls
And blocks of concrete piers
Among moats of stacked circles
A man-made castle upon mountain ledges~
Gander stands on high
Keeping watch
Protecting his kingdom
Overlooking the flows below
Goose lays upon her throne
Warming & nestling her
Hidden brood
Raising the ducklings
Heirs to the throne
Homes built on ledges
Among the torrents of rapids
Predators in wars for territory
I question young raised
Along side such threats
Survival of the fittest ~
But for the casualties of war
Mighty life
Still claims
The spoils of war . . .
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TUESDAY’s DIVERSE POETS
OPEN LINK NIGHT!
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May Day Flower Baskets

May day
May flowers
May day flower baskets
May roses
In every color & hue
Color ribbons wrapped around
Our May pole
Singing all the while
Go over & go under
Singing a song of mirth
Long forgotten but
Transported back
To my childhood days ~~
May day flower baskets
Hand gathered flowers
Backyard garden roses
Hand drawn crayon notes
My sister & I
Hand-in-hand
Skipping
Jumping over our mother-in-law’s
WPA sidewalk cracks
As to not break her back!
Trying to muffle our laughter
Running up on front porches
Small hand knocks &
Quite door bells ring
Alerting our neighbors
Through their front doors
Hanging flower baskets
Overflowing
Dropping off labored gifts
May day flower baskets
Given up in joy & simple smiles
Not wanting to be discovered
Our May Day secrets kept!


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