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3/15/2014

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dust of creation


he writes each morning,
this poet who says he is as old as dirt,

up before dawn
pulling on cracked leather boots
caked with red mud
stuffing weathered hands deep into pockets
of tattered brown sweatshirt
hood pulled up tight against the chill,
slowly he walks the windrow

stooping now and then
plucking a blade of grass
calculating the season
by the rise of the river
the budding of the willow

with each measured foot fall
dust clouds rise up in his wake
salutations to the morning sun

poems,
permanence, 

of these fleeting days


- for RA, 1923-2006

pab  © march 2014

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pausing to reflect

3/9/2014

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forever

I live on the prairie
where the morning and the evening
arrive and depart in splendor
aflame with the passion of eternal beginnings
reposing in the deep silence of God

let not our frivolous voices exploit the wonder
neither our finite thoughts contain the miracle
rather let our small selves explode
into the glory
and live beyond


pb © 9 march 2014
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