Canyon Dweller.
Lingering words from canyon wanderings. On a side note, I am quite pleased I can say that I have perfected cowboy coffee.
…
And then there is the Cycle of Things:
Seeing my son, so much older now
with The Burden in his eyes
and knowing all bets are off
as I’m not certain
I could save him
from the momentum
if I tried.
…
Confirming the level
of wine in my bottle
( 1/3 )
I deduce I ought
put another log
on the fire.
…
(for my wife in a dream)
I see you stuck in a mire
and I can only scream
off from a distance
that you’re beautiful
and should be free
and then hope
it will be enough.
…
a pitted iron stovepipe
breathing smoke
into the stars
…
My son
snoring in the tent now
flesh, bone
man-sized and
man-like
on the verge
of being set free.
…
I prefer pencil
as I know
when I’m running out.
…
Sweeping the Garden 