(National Poetry Writing Month) ☺
The sky was really wondering this morning whether it wanted to let loose or be calm, but it looked lovely. This picture was taken before a goose made two young men pick better paths to their classes. It was a classic standoff and the goose really didn't have to work hard to win. Goose 1, students O. Here's a poem followed by today's clouds.
In 1981, the sky over Enterprise Oregon
held more stars than at any time on Earth.
Walking along streetlights dimmed
snow glimmering on the midsummer
mountains, air glowing in a phantasmagorical
swoon. I danced, twirled down Main Street
where the pines lined the courthouse lawn,
heading towards Gran’s. A little drunk
and still full of music, dazzled by stardust
and embarrassed really about how lost I became:
stolen by the sky and darkness and open air
and suddenly at the park, swinging, swinging
while the night sang.
National Poetry Writing Month!!
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