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YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH



THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Knock, Then Come Through

Being Ourselves...

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

Uncovered

The Blue Buffalo

Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Not Someone's Grand Illusion

Wisdom of the Infinite

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

Patch-Worked Trilogy

I Turn Forward

The Storm

Prairie Town Progress

Beyond Door Number Three

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

Elise, Elise

A Bird, A Fly, A Cripple (Pity Poem?)

The Make-Up of Molecules

HOW

Haiku's In Triplicate

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A New Clear



***********

the skies are cleared
birds can see their way
to distant destinations
no longer schnuffling along
coughing on pollution
its a whole clean new life
without human interference
people pestilence
nor petulance
--they can hope

river salmon run faster
momentarily unimpeded by the temptation
of a dancing lure
they brave the surface
unafraid and sure
only worrying about bears and birds

moutains rise majestic
knowing confidently now
they are seen
for 100 miles or more
what is a spectable for
but to be noticed

the clouds gather around
the regular kind
and not the smoky ones usually found
in huge cities
the sort who seed themselves with real rain
and who pour it down upon the quieted earth
again and again

its all a sort of quieting calm
an unnatural rebirth
but will humans recognize the worth
in this all
now that they're preoccupied
and resettled back into town
where they're all sheltered and tamped down

could they finally know
what its been like for the rest of the
natural world
under seige and
under human rule?

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:16 4/12/2020 TIME/DATE STAMPED
(WRITTEN WHILE DOING 4 LOADS OF LAUNDER---ALL OF MY BED LINENES
WITH A HOMEMADE MASK ON)
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...

BE SAFE, BE WELL, TREASURE THIS EARTH AND ONE ANOTHER





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