The late night quiet
Waiting on the banks
Waiting
Listening
Crickets
Grass
Creeking old trees
Lazy waves
On the eve of another day
Another day
Another night
Late Night Quiet
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East of the Calumet
Taking the back road
Coming through
The only way I’ve ever known
Not the glamor
Or the glory
Rather a quiet ride
With a depth of story
Where the rivers run slower
The woods swollen with bugs
Mid summer journey
Through fields and schrubs
The world I know
The world I grew up
Knowing my roots
And giving them love
The stories I’ve heard
People I’ve met
Down on the south side
Due east of the Calumet
The Game
One day it all changes
The rules
The game
Never the same
Moving trends
Difficult expenses
Soon the world
Will refer to the game
As past tenses
I game I knew
I played
I grew
But the game is changing
Changing
At increasing speed
Soon it may be gone indeed
Yesterday’s Wars
We can’t talk about yesterday
When the vitals
Are happening right now
In the moment
When the words fall short
No returning to precious fair
Previous affairs
I hold concern for the current
Not the past
But words craft
A simple talking point
When the conversations been lost
How we spend time
Dwelling on
Yesterday’s wars
When tomorrow’s are
Sitting on our front door
The Wide Open
Back from the depths
Of despair and loathing
My mind settles
On a rate
More running
Then floating
Bring in days new and open
In the wide open
Welcome Me in Montana
Welcomed by the mountain range
The wide sky
Opening my eyes
Late into the eve
Morning skies
Welcome to the nature stage
Well done
And never the same
Back to Words
Back to Words
Renewed and new
Old and worn
Planted and grew
I refresh in a new
Set of words
Tied in meaning
And time
I return to Words
In search of rhyme
The Spring Rose
Weekend time
Refrain from form or position
One great laid back proposition
In peculiar movement
Relax and repose
The summer bursts
Following the spring rose
Hope Hoping
When the darkest hour can be lit
With the brightest light
Hope restored
Hope in the middle of night
I hold on to these beliefs of
A brighter future
Even though the hopes of few or one
Is to lead us all to a future
That can not soon be undone
I remain steadfast and hoping
That were we will end up
Is better than where we currently
Are going
The Dollar Man
There he is
Green eyes lit up
Hovering in my studio
Watching my every move
Judging
Controlling
Asking
With no answers
A wry smile
Because he knows
What he costs me
Sleepless nights
Staying up late
Baggy eyes
While his eyes fixed
Unshaken
By reality
Or importance
The dollar man tears me apart
With his weight and indifference
How can it be
The shade of green so pale
That he controls so much
The dollar man
