The Catbird
This might be the first poem I ever wrote. I was about 10 years old. In 2016 I added it to my book Wilderness & Love .
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Where is the ferryman... (old notebook poem)
Where is the ferryman to this empty boat broke on shore?
We have to pull the gap... (old notebook poem)
We have to pull the gap between the common man and his government closer until eyes meet.
The tail-tip of night... (poetic fragment from old notebook)
The tail-tip of night becomes the nose-tip of morning.
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She's so adorable when... (poetic fragment from old notebook)
She's so adorable when she contemplates kissing me.
Pulling me behind her... (poetic fragment from old notebook)
Pulling me behind her to her favorite place like a kite on a string I dance in the air
People (old notebook poem)
Mortar-faced, sensitivity locked away, dreams without color, disappointment with God.
Pen writes the word... (old notebook poem)
Pen writes the word, thought commands the idea, spirit is the seeker, I am the human vessel.
Outside I hear life going on... (old notebook poem)
Outside I hear life going on, but where can mine go if it's within these walls?
