
–Photo by me

–Photo by me

veterans day
has slipped away
like men and wars
they fought in,
but i’ll display
my flag each day
so they won’t be
forgotten,
and though it’s worn,
begrimed and torn,
its wounds do not
disgrace it–
yet on that day
war goes away,
i’ll happily
replace it.
–photo by me

things that
get left out
may develop
damaged
souls
–photo by me

I’m back up at Lake of the Woods for a week or so with my son Aaron. We’re winterizing his place, and he helps me stay on the straight and narrow; I’m starting my 6th week of sobriety today.
It’s a beautiful morning.
–photo by me

the great cosmic screen
is lit up tonight
with a rippling green
ethereal light
like curtains unfurling
a dancing delight
swirling and whirling
all thru the night
–photo by my son aaron

the leaves are falling
trees will soon show their bare limbs
they begin to blush
–photo by me

–photo by my son

who are you?
people like to tell you
who you are;
these people weren’t
born with some knowledge
that you weren’t.
never swallow the rocks
they’ve dished
up for you–
don’t believe them,
don’t believe me,
believe in yourself.
–photo by me

no troops here
no refugees, no walls
no children in cages–
just the peaceful
rainy river on the
u.s./canadian border
i could swim
there and back
and nobody
would care
–photo by me

I thought I knew what love was
Until I watched a father push his crippled son
the entire length of a marathon, 26.2 miles,
in a home-made bed on wheels
I thought I knew what love was
–photo by me