Where are you?
Flashed the message on my screen
On my return
Moonbeaming poems and shooting stars
I keyed
And?
No luck no magic tonight
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Just silvered clouds with gaptoothed grins
A hint of winter in the air
Faint whiff of woodsmoke on the wind
Pungent scent of rotting leaves
Foundational sensations
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Felt
Spiderwebs drift cross my face
Heard crunch of gravel
All along I heard the rustles
Tell tale signs
Potential trouble
Could be a cougar
Or a bear
One night last year
Was almost trampled
By a deer
So noises in the night
Signal beware
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Distant sirens pierce the silence
Emphasizing the point
Announcing some new violence
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Overhead the clouds roll by
Obscuring meteoric showers
Backlit by quartermoon rising
Cloudfaced trolls fly overhead
Noble Aslan next
To cloudshow
Then a pig wings its floyd way home
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Looking down across the city
Final urban push
Before the sea
A panoply of lights descends
Distant towers lit completely
Dimmed streets outlined in orange fuzz
Illegal fireworks arc briefly there
Distant echos
Boom
More police chase across the view
Looks more urgent
Than what I’m doing
Finding falling stars and poetry
But maybe not
Maybe not
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David Trudel © 2012
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David, this is exquisite.
That’s very kind of you Susan. Coming from you, it’s high praise and I do appreciate it.
Oh, goodness, that is humbling, my friend, considering how much I adore your work.