Stone Secrets

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You keep your secrets well

Circle of giant stones

Centuries of buried history

Held close, revealing little

Man has pursued you

Dug and scraped

Measured analyzed

Worshiped and cursed

Questioned and fantasized

Millenium chasing millennium

But only the sun and moon

Know for sure

Party Lights

Oh, brother

what a party!

music blasting from

a tower – dancing to

the strumming,humming

banjos, the fiddles’ music

bowing, growing, reaching

to the sky where stars

boogie until breathless and

slack planets seek

sanctuary behind the

shimmying moon

Unkindness of Ravens

The Monarchy depends on us
My brethren and me
Six guardians of the Tower

Legend says we must not leave
Wings are clipped
Servants prepare banquets

All needs are met
We are adored, pampered
We are beautiful

We long for the sky
To feel the wind ruffle our feathers
We are not free

Take A Hike

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Get up!

Get out

Pull on your thick woolen socks

Push you feet into my souls

My tongue is hanging out

Thirsting for fresh air

Lace me up

You and me trekking through

Farm fields and woodlots

Tramping on pine needle trails

Hopping across ribbons of water

Bring your camera, if you must –

It will just slow us down

Get up!

Leave that chair

That book

That pen

Let’s take a hike

Oh Neighbor

Mid- summer Nights Melancholy by Michael Sowa
Mid- summer Nights Melancholy
by Michael Sowa

you think i don’t see you

– but i do

peering out your window

with that hangdog expression

expecting me to feel

sorry for you- to share everything

i have but you give nothing

in return – not contrite when my

bowl is found empty, a hint of

cat food on your breath

groveling for attention

tail wagging shamelessly

have you no pride, no dignity

oh canine, my neighbor,

my friend

Ending It

it seemed a good idea – put it in writing

and now the letter was held gingerly

in her quivering hands

sitting across from the mailbox

trying to imagine being elsewhere

in a tea shop or trying on shoes

she could get up, walk away

tuck the missive in an old book or

inside the jacket of a vinyl record album

she could run to the nearest trash

can and drop it there –

or she could open the

mail slot

and end the

misery

forever

(word list – idea, sitting, book, hands, letter, mailbox, shop, records, way, walk, run, elsewhere)