From the Crow’s Nest
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as the rest of myself
Mothers’ Day
from thy wombs
spring forth all futures
and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal
Angler’s Joy
hours
and nary a bite
still
a best fun day
Rush Hour
nothing but tail lights
cattle drive to wherever
clutch and brake nightmare
Getty Museum
where a man of wealth
some of his life’s garner shar’d
of fabulous art
Bouquet
Nature’s fragrances
Breath of firmament Spirits
so savor’d by us
Spider Craft (from the Time Capsule)
my veil’d fishing net
my temporary campsite
my raindrop canvas
Olden Birds
Hello again, my friend
Another decade
And we’re still here
You a bit ruffl’d
I a bit grayer
Should the time come
when I no longer see you perch’d here
or you no longer see me—
let’s cherish the memory of our little chats
loujen haxm'Yor 