Bill Galvin Poems

The crescent moon this week hangs in the clear local sky,
And I'm still researching the area,
And while driving from Cottonwood back to Sedona
I spot a place in the Village of Oak Creek that calls to me.
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The big cans that held ground coffee…
Bloop, bloop… hear the water bubble up into the glass top,
And soak back down into the tin strainer of coffee grounds,
In the percolator, over the flame of a white-enameled gas stove.
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Lovely butterfly
Flutters by her resting place
Yellow like her hair
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The sun sets
So stunningly,
Somewhere every day,
Even when our sky is gray.
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Wide grins and giggles
Hens in the bay town back yard
Fresh eggs a-laying
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It is halfway across
This seeming continent of grassy blades,
Filled with three-leafed clover plants,
And stems of tufted white clover flowers;
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Her name came up today…
That Lady down by the Bay.

Wonder what could have been;
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Wind, rain, and thunder…
Lightning… brightening the sky
Before summer's day.
One dream wakes to another…
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We're all strangers as we travel this world.
And sometimes we meet
In different times, ways, and places.
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