A couple I recorded awhile back.
Them those unexpected welling tears, the proof you love, are loved maybe, the best you'll get on this bat-shit trip, cherish her/him, cherish them, it takes more than you, it takes forever to conclude, and you can't know that end, but you feel the tango beat, animal power gracing your feet as swelling heat pounds inside, now two makes three —for Sam & Cache, fire keepers
Math is not my long suit as the old Pinocle players used to say.
Two Makes Three more or less I guess considering eternity the what have yous and what have wes these continuous unfoldings breathing mysteries we embrace face and negotiate our space reminding ourselves the snow- covered path we walk after dinner on this winter solstice eve up Rattlesnake Creek in a flurry of flakes falling and listening to the whisper trickle-gurgling of the stream bright night under a cloud blanket lit by urban glow we know it's best to stroll squeaking soles me quiet you praising this slow walk outside in wonder snow light my soul wondering how time passed so fast the last fifty years and why we've held on to one another watching others dissolve and disappear maybe for me it's simply the dogged example of my parents hanging- on till the bitter end I can't speak for you of course I'm lazy too would rather stare out the window than follow the crowd witnessing another agreed upon miracle there is much to see and do before we're through but I can't escape the infinity of me of what I can and can't be all I can do is thank you for the company for holding onto me transforming entropy to love —for Pam Mark Gibbons
And thank you again to all you generous souls who continue to throw coins at beggars. It is greatly appreciated. Peace
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