C R U M B L E D

August 29, 2015

When my time’s up,

I bet, When it’s time to settle up,

&  I’m front & back  up against the barricade,

I bet, I dare  to gawk and glare

Past the barricade.

.

I’ll scarcely be scared

Or  ever

The least bit biblically

Humbled by heaven.

.

I would

I could not  certainly see

The  foals  and fawns there,

Pups,  piglets,

&  All our infants.

Eaglets  soar  there

.

uncharacteristically,

I would not mind waiting.

still

.

.

.

“Very little grows on jagged rock                                                                                                                                        Be  Grounded                                                                                                                                                                      Be  crumbled                                                                                                                                                                   So wildflowers will come up                                                                                                                                             Where you are”

-RUMI

November 17, 2010

I won’t abhor a harbor

where winds intertwine

with cool & warmer winds

and trails entering little islands

are littered with  nectarines

drawing butterflies  & guys like me.

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I won’t abhor a paradise

It really seems the babies sigh dreams in their eyes

In a glare, I wonder how the sunny wrap she wears unworks

And the water here’s ambrosia

.

When I told the boss at work

“Where across all the miles

could I find this place?”

(where a smile would cross this face)

He said  “You’d be dead,

it’s heaven.”

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I won’t abhor a harbor

where I might go