Smoky Hoss Poems

I stood at the river's edge
watching the water flow,
I saw turtles basking
upon an uprooted log-
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-Sitting around watching it snow -
Listening to the cold wind blow -
It's a dark gray day -
Meant for gazing out a frosty window,
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In the big lake
wide waves flow,
an unruly caprice
that onward grows and grows -
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The sun sets
In reflected glances,
The wind purr's
In delicate dances-
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Four little letters, and yet
thousands, perhaps trillions, of definitions.
It lies, like air in the sky, at the center
of each dream, consideration and smile given.
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I recall the times
I'd dance on life's delicate toes,
Always believing
The faster I'd live, the more of living I would know -
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The skeleton key
Alive in me,
Always looking for more
Unlocks the souls door,
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Hang up your old hat
Put your boots in a box
Trade in your good horse for a poor house cat,
Set your saddle out for sale
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On a cloudy gray
Late fall day,
I spontaneously decide
To take an old-country drive...
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January, mourning.
No sun. No warmth.
Only snow, falling slowly, as if
piano keys
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