Posts Tagged ‘work’

dawn

they say the fishermen
always see it first
they certainly did this year

through the morning mist
how it shivers and smacks!
a warmness
__hairs arising
a brightness
__eyelids squinting

unkempt nails lose grip of coarse nets
gnarled toothpicks fall fast from slack lips

a vision
what a vision!
soaring up above the sea

now cresting
ascending
now filling the sky

the onion bagel sun fills the men with wonder
fills their nets with game
and fills the world with an unrelenting hope
that last year
never knew




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01

01 2009

Fate

My Daddy was a bagelman
way out in Idaho
My Momma worked the onion fields
in old New Mexico
They kissed in Loosiana
with the stars shinin’ above
Raised a baker’s dozen children
filled with hope, cream cheese and love




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12 2008