Smoky Hoss Poems

The air is thin
at 34,000 feet
where the old man left the plane behind.
He flew on ahead,
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Flowers on a cradle
Lilies on a grave;
Every lived soul
Becomes a slave,
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It's amazing.
The places we look for ourselves
Without finding;
And the places we find ourselves
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Chipmunk
Tail held high
Sprints across the street
On the fly -
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The clear smooth rain
Falls gently upon the ground;
Nothing else moves
Not a sound.
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Long ago
and far away,
at the dawn
of days,
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There they stood
one and the same,
the open field
and the falling rain-
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The moon rose red
the sun took a fall,
the stars colored blue
stood there, with backs to the wall.
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No one's been in the house for ages,
yet the lights have been left on.
Moderate sane hearts wane
from age or from goodbyes.
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The old man
all alone
walks into the hospital elevator
presses the button
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