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“One”

One

One cold November /

one Blue jay grabs one peanut /

one day in winter.

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“Hear”

Hear

The sound of no sound. /

The quiet voice of no voice. /

Hear one fall leaf fall.

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“Limits”

Limits

Life at the limits /

has turned loose its freak show. /

Flowers squirt poison.

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“Silence”

Silence

Fall leaves on a bench,

a pile of my yesterdays

all in dead silence.

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“Brushy Mountain”

Brushy Mountain

Watchers and watched speak /

Memories wet and cold as /

A Saturday rain.

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“Best”

Best

Be not tomorrow. /

Flowers give their best now. /

The future has no eyes.

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“Eyes”

Eyes

Cat’s eyes in the dark, /

answering the emptiness, /

cool in the silence.

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“Morning glory”

Morning glory

Trumpeting today /

the morning glory funnels /

a bit of the sun.

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“Raindrops”

Raindrops

Small fall raindrops fall /

to the roiling big river /

to the untamed seas.

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“Big Mouth”

Big Mouth

Oh, if only the Big Mouth would go on.

I give it gas and gear it all day long

To drive the broken old bastard to where it belongs.

Oh, come on Big Mouth, you roll on.

I work the clutch like a diphthong switch,

Pressing hard every time I got an itch

And shift those gears without an itch.

I work that clutch like a well-worn bitch.

I whine Big Mouth up to its highest gear.

Then no more whining will I hear,

The wind whipping by, the sky clear.

I whine Big Mouth up to its highest gear.

Only a little more left on this rutted road.

Big Mouth strains under its stolen load.

Big Mouth acts as though its dark future is foretold.

I slam my foot on Big Mouth and drive bold.

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