hours
and nary a bite
still
a best fun day
Angler’s Joy
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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
Flower Power
through flavor and touch
through beauty and redolence
their energy speaks
21
some say
the kid is gone
a man now
in a world of new rules
new accountability
new maturity
new virility
new sensibility
new rationality
but will whisper the heart
in the far tomorrow
about the kid who never left
loujen haxm'Yor 