poetry

Red Road

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The road to Napa is reddened by racoon roadkill.
A herd of cows are grazing in the green hills.
Rows of grapes are growing in every direction –

Heavy Hearts

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In the mid-nineteenth century, in the mountains
surrounding Yosemite, a detachment of US Army
forces encircled a Native American tribe before
the crack of dawn.

By the Sea Shore

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She moves too slow and flowers too fast –
the redwoods stand high overhead;
unconcerned with the trail of ants below
marching into the great unknown.

Cadaver Canes: I

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Exiting Embarcadero station in December
and turning toward Spear Street, I see a man
standing, slumped over like a candy cane—

Take & Give

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Sidestepping forlorn souls who
Scattered about the streets in SF
Search the sidewalks for clues:

30 Years

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We all knew
the day would come
When we would
lose our youth

Sandstorm

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If your burden is heavy, set it down
Rest for a bit under a tree, breathe
Gentle breeze or storm, it will pass
Life is Yin & Yang – flux and fleeting

Nua

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Never let anyone cover you up
Shine pure and bright inside—
Lightning strikes your pride:
Now is the time to grind,

Murky Water

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Lost city streets weep
A still, dark puddle beneath

Distracted

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Kids don’t play outside
Enslaved to bright, flashing screens