May 27th, 2017 by admin
Refining the moment
Reach out a quavering hand to touch rock
bird bones may be Hollow... but they are heavy
.
colors of Fall are proportional to colors of Spring
there's a giant in the Sky prepared to roar
.
find yourself in company of No less than three
Genealogy tells only part of a truthful tale
.
a ditch only means higher Ground on other side
lumbering black bear can run straight uphill
.
make a face by scrunching up your Mouth
thin valley gets Darker quicker than a plain
.
Markets for homegrown gods shine out
when you leave one place you Enter another
.
ghosts of Today become memories of tomorrow
bighorn sheep re-introduced to wild Sierra Mountains
.
Wave upon wave caresses winding California coast
You cannot escape Yourself even if you tried
.
Refining the moment... reach out a quavering hand
bird bones may be Hollow... but they are heavy
.
James Downs
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