Conference at the Crossroads
Accidental Pedestrians discussing one thing and another Almost night
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Saturation
There is no need No more empty places Warm, full with peace Undone by love I am Saturated January Full Moon Rising over Crestone (Larry Calloway)
Days End
Day filled with crystal windows, Double sided shadows, Bark wet from melting snow, Ready. Sap sneaking up the roots, waiting for a headstart incidental chance, Blossoms barely aware of themselves. It was the sunniest day. Dark travels, rolling across the empty highways, Sidling up to the day, Muddling up the after effects, Settling up the score.
A newborn Day with a Ponderosa
I'm scampering along in the early morning, sniffing a blade here and a pebble there, crossing over dead needles, and—oh! that amazing smell of needle green backed by the broken twig leftover from last year-- the dry pine needles, red and rich in the morning wet. Those new-day chance encounters. I’m sure it’s right here I turn left. No, right. I just get those two mixed up for some reason. It could be because I have these feet and tail and things. In my recent past life as we know, I only had two feet (and of course I didn’t have a tail, which was a disappointment). But this multi-footed situation is much better than that time I was an earthworm! Boy! Which hand is left? Left foot? Are you joking or what? Anyway, I’m sure it’s here I go right for a while until I reach the turnoff at the balding root. I usually stop there and dig around for a nut I lost track of. I am just perplexed why I don’t exactly know where they are! It hasn’t been that long. Well, I guess I ou
The Act of Loving
Sneaking out the beauty in the stumbling places Seeing bright red brick under the tarnished episodes Knowing for once the people underneath the rubble Unearthing the best in show. Just below Park Avenue & 97th Street