Douglas

Dear Douglas
6-17-19

As to reaffirm all  continuance
Welcoming you into our minds
Still listening for songs of crickets and cicadas hovering place
Minutes ago your mother means for the mandate
We will go with young ones of old
Leaving our smoking crater behind
Paying all crevices no mind into the gray of the twilight
Trying to get it right on some other level of consciousness
Honored in such reassurances almost instantaneous still reaching out
In the backlashes from disenchanted derogatory dichotomy
Ye have spoken well.....





Something There
6-17-19

We are not of earth but God bless the day of our rebirth
As if to have seen a spaceship to regard the cars on the skid that becomes one to pray for self control
On some other level of consciousness lukewarm coffee acceptable
Before Charlie could think of what to do next
O, is this what I was born to do
O, is there more reaching out as through the example and redemption by blood
Let none of it remain to you as a memorial between the evenings
Liberating more powerfully sing me away and turn back the years
Finding one of his Big Sleep seeking lost sheep....






Among Dall Sheep
6-17-19

O, memorial of redemption
Show your scars as dedicated to our forty climbers frozen
On Mount Sinai to make my old members come alive among Dall sheep
And premafrost for ebb and flow what immense endurance today uncertain
For intricate weaving of brained rivers as the comforter delivers on another dead day
For frozen waterfalls and a need of self control in my own soul
On Mount McKinley back to San Antone where applause resounds
And comfort in my quarters is the main priority.....