The Left Column

     
   This could be your page
     that you fill up with nonsense
   to be recorded forever and till the 
                 end of time and beyond
     resurrection of the love of me and you
  it was never really dead lke Jesus was
      when he lay within the cave
  down below.

    This could be your moment
   sunbreak through the snow covered pines
     hits the far away ridge, 
                  the window of your house
   burried in snow like no other time
     right now
   your eyes blink
     eternity starts again
   our love is forever
       and beyond

  This could be your website
     and it doesn't have to cost 
                      you your life.
      and it doesn't have to cost you 
             your reputation
       those heartbreaks of which
                      you have disposed
     now, forever burried in 
                         that blizzard
     and forgotten  as they melted away
   in the sudden thaw.

  This is your life.
    you're here reading this poem 
                          on my page
     this poem is all about you,
   lover of humanity that you are
   and how I can't know in what
                  way you do that best
     amourantti all around thee
  the stranger in the aisle.
       The children in the far-away 
                                fields,
     Nannies resting on the stone wall
       while the younger children play
    Je_sus printed on a napkin
      on Easter.

    How you love to see the people
     streaming from their temple
      and the sound of the crowd
    conversing on the day.


Politics for Poets


The wires have been
pulled out of the box
and left hanging.
How many stories does this hanging
wire tell?
How did this short length of
sheilded wire come to be dangling from
the high beam of this roof building
without walls?
It could be a writing assignment.


Jeep from Autumn 2011.  Jeep was sold for off-road, back-country use.
Note the famous stickers on the Jeep.  This was a Central Vermont rig, suitable for 
mud-running if you want to wreak it
or just for a slow ride up a mountainside.