Best Day

Found a dead fish on the beach

Flipped it over

It was alive with maggots,

Had a yellow ball in my hand

Tossed it across the park

My dog brought it back to me,

Watched a bunch of ants fight a caterpillar

Tipped some coke on them

Only some of the ants could swim,

Laid on the warm sandy creek-bank

Pushed my fingers against my eyes

Wondered again where the colours come from,

Stood under the rail bridge and waited

Yelled at the top of my voice

The 4 pm to Southside is always on time,

The sun is huge and orange in the west

Purple’s chasing it from the east

Some kids on the other side can start their day.

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High Plains

Her gentle curves;

Stir a deep emotion.

Or is it a memory

That rustles in my mind.

A time long since past,

Perhaps a life once lived.

Her breath;

Carrying a familiar scent,

Drives closer to the core.

I glimpse this nebulous thing,

As it yearns for recognition

And my body responds.

Her light;

She softly shines

Between the shadows,

Cast across my memory scape.

My breath becomes deep,

My eyes begin to see.

Her beauty;

Revealed at last!

I belong among these trees.

These windswept plains and starry skies.

An ocean breeze upon my back,

My path before me lies.