Smoky Hoss Poems

He put the handcuffs on me
behind my back,
threw me in the car
right beside the railroad track;
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In the deep gold-glow of the setting sun
I saw the coyote
run by a Saguaro
dropping the scant remains of a mouse.
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Sometimes I wish I was Mother Teresa, sometimes
Jesse James.
But always wondering,
would I be either one, for love or for fame?
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Cresting whitecaps
marking time,
momentarily rise
to shine -
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They show up every morning
for breakfast
just outside of my sliding glass door.
A black and a fox squirrel.
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Occasionally (and always unexpectedly)
there are found random gifts of perception,
small openings into the liminal spaces
where prayer becomes life, and life
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In the sand at the lakeshore
I leave a footprint.
So quickly -and easily- a wave comes
stealing the print from the sand,
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' For the beginning is assuredly
the end -since we know nothing, pure
and simple, beyond
our own complexities. ' - William Carlos Williams
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Go, sit out at night
be watched by the moon, stars and milky way,
stay, and love those incredible sights
until dawn breaks fresh upon a whole new day.
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I woke up this morning
in a driving snow,
found it time to get up
my get up and go -
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