Trucker Jeff Poems

It's risky being a late blooming rose
to dare to be beautiful
when others appeal has faded away
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Before the plow comes,
before the shovel scoops,
holding a breath waiting
for the storm to play out,
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God sent us sad souls to the pan handle of Texas to break our heart
No oaks, no rivers, , no place to dream upon the flat earth, as a song
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I love a carnival; lights, music and life.
Sing, sister, sing,
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When the last tear from God
has run down your cheek
and there is no breath
left in your dreams
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Cloud shadows look up at us from the ground beneath us
while their Creator dares us to
reach skyward for a touch at them
The clouds are driven before the wind.
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Today I am thinking of sunshine and the wind.
Have you ever passed beneath a clothes
line flapping in the breeze, soaking in sunshine?
The towel drapes itself across your face.
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I stood beside you and pulled at the tufts of jade grass
that gathered themselves closely about your trunk.
It was new spring grass and I was feeling oh so old.
I noticed the copper tinted sap that leaked,
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All around me life still lingers, fragrant earth, shining stone.
Winds song breaths and rain drops tremble
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Time is, time was, time will be again and where has time gone? It
absently slips by. Time is different then I once thought it to be. Time is
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