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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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The Blue Buffalo


I dreamt I went to my own funeral
but
no one else was there

Gored by a Blue Buffalo
I'd died looking up into a prairie sky
feeling very little pain
but wondering
how did I get here...

songs were playing
older favorites
which I no longer recognized
those
whose words and melodies
had, at one time. had great poetry
and depth of feeling for me

the wind rose and blew steadily through
the tall tall grass
it seemed silent
but not silence, itself

blue and yellow butterflies
floated over and above me
making a gradual path
to the gathering clouds

the air danced with the perfume
of wild prairie roses
while the tall grasses rustled
murmuring:
"hush..."

and then a large blue-bearded face
drew near me
and looked down into my half-masted eyes

pulling myself up by His Long Blue Beard,
I began walking with The Buffalo,
no longer limping
(my cane cast aside...)

I turned to Him and asked
Him (in my mind)
"Sacred Blue Buffalo..
Why Are You Blue?"

He answered my question
His Heart Speaking To Mine:
"What Color Are Your Eyes?"

"Blue blue my eyes are blue... "
I sang to him in my sturdy alto voice
as He nodded

I grabbed His Long Blue Beard
and then We began
steadily walking
hand in beard....


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