Carl Sandburg wrote, "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." These are my words, a restless substitute for flight, pooling around my feet. Both song and poetry, I hope you enjoy.
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a funeral procession down a tree-lined lane
of rusted derelicts, old trucks - hoods
raised as tombstones in long, untended yards,
past a one-window shanty leaning precariously
as a child's crayon drawing put quickly together [...]
this is no man's garden
this unhandselled globe
i sit here on thoreau's pumpkin
to divine the stories i've been told
and while i ponder my beginnings [...]
east of jesus
west of here
in a place quite close
just a step through the mirror
where catfish all wear dogtags [...]
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