Ernie Lowe Poems

"The journey might take you a few hours, day, a year, a few years,
a hundred, a thousand, or even more.", - Joy Haro

You say that we're not immune from the Great Extinction...
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I followed her across the
not-so-super market
entranced by the tapestry
of her vintage ensemble.
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Lungs black with days of fighting this Hell's Gate fire
weeks of fighting three others without a break.
Worked my way down the wrong ravine here
right into a new breakout ahead.
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I 'm a happy hippy hobo riding the rails of Zen.
Sundown don't bother me none.
Idlin' thru the night fidlin' thru the day
telling stories of yesteryear.
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My Daddy was born
down under the earth
born in a dugout
born in the red earth
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There was a time when we knew
our connections
crisscrossing the luminous sky
the waters flowing through us
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