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Before the Show

The little wars between us never pause for long
It’s always August somewhere and forever far behind
The words that cut and scar, and write the saddest lines

I always found your hand as it reached towards mine
Even in the lost days when we barely spoke a word
Following every crooked step, dark angels watching over us

Then September came and Violet was there, and brighter days
Always the steady side-long glance at the unspoken moments
Waves of heat radiating off the pavement in the hot Sacramento sun…

…Hours before the show

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A backwards kind of Day

The vibe is Trippy, Hippy and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

Whose Tapestry is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.

She gives her Tapestry a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

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You Gotta Think

Empathy is not pathological
As refugees run north from gangster wrath.
They help support an aging demographical
So immigration is just a logical path.

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Palest Light

The rains came in the Fall
The leaves covered the drive
We stayed inside and waited…

Waited for the warning bell to sound
And the people we knew to assemble
For things that were meant to happen

Waited at Otter Crest Beach
Down the long twisted road
Towards the jagged cliffs and tunnels

Waited in Ketchum, Idaho
Whiskey drunk at the Pioneer Saloon
Drawing her picture on a coaster

Waited, as the New Year passed
On the long snowy road to Jackson
Flakes hitting the window - the music up loud

Waited for the road to open outside Driggs
Sliding down Teton Pass, with the palest light rising
The only sound – tires breaking through new snow

Waited out the heat north of Tucson
Under the slow fans and adobe walls
Through the startling quiet of the nights

Waited by the winding ribbon of the Rio Grande
Past the sandy banks in the steps of boot heels
Under the yellow moon with only the murmur of water

Waited five days on the Saharsa Junction train platform
The sweltering humid Monsoon flooding the tracks
Barely noticing the rats scurrying across our feet

Waited all night in a truck stop diner outside Laredo
Flies batting against the dirty windows and falling
Returning to hurl them-selves at the glass again and again

Waited for fear of the unknown to pass by
Waited through the pain that is my lover
Waited for the whispers in my heart to cease

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I didn't know this was even here....

....mud on my face, mixed with a tear.

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A Grateful Deadhead

Thanks, Time to emphasize empathy because immigrants aren’t the enemy.

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well said.

well said.

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Empathy

Who cries for the homeless, hopeless and ill
Finding scripture dry and prescriptions refill?
Once hooked, they’re praying for pure poppy pills
Because life’s not easy climbing man made hills.

Who sings for those grown lonesome and old
With their dreams denied and denials unsold?
Hardened by aging and shoulders turned cold
From the restless young and the recklessly bold.

Who walks with those of color in this land
On a trail of tears facing a pale plan?
Bridges burnt, walls built, and the clueless clutch clans
As hate becomes common for our fellow man.

Who knew the tales we learned when we were young
Of justice for all, doesn’t include the unsung?
Until they have a ladder to climb each rung
Our leaders still speak with a serpent’s tongue.

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Undone

Most of my life
I’ve lived alone
In this life
Watching lives unfold.

Those I’ve loved
Were loved unknown
No love’s returned
If love’s untold.

When I leave
Dead leaves on bone
All I leave
Are leaves unrolled.

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