I love to play the piccolo
just before the birds awaken
my own imagination
enters their waking dreams
before the song is over
just as the sun smiles
trillions of feathers
usher in the morning blue
november two thousand thirteen
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wake me up and tell me
to eat something nutritious
like a bowl of peacefulness
wake me up and ask me
to read something beautiful
that will make me mindful
all roads lead to somewhere
teach me to wake up
with the birds as my alarm
while traces of morning light
illuminates my inner thoughts
teach me to wake up
to the fact that one day I will be
looking down on a world
that is no longer mine
smiling knowing I left my mark
a few are certain to find
wake me up
so I may grind some beans
and share them with you
on a rainy saturday morning
I may not always be here
but I will always
wake up
if not here
then somewhere else
where you are certain to find me
october two thousand thirteen
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i left the house unlocked
with all the lights on
and ventured down the hill
in the dark and in the cold
within minutes a warmth
surprised my cool thoughts
as the faraway wall of clouds
evolved into pink and red
and purple and blue
as my meandering mind
marched further away
a bright red fire truck
appeared out of nowhere
blasting its dominant horn
and racing to save the day
a trio of three dogs named
java and cocoa and sally
halted in their tracks
as if envious of the dalmatian
sitting at attention and
riding shotgun
january two thousand thirteen
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