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∴ on this snowy morn
i stroll in the park
beneath the silver-bright sky
seeking to pen a verse for thee
loquaciously
my thoughts cascade

pondering which words to choose

i listen intently to the breeze
sibilant secrets she imparts
as she tenderly envelops me
hesitation begins to dissipate

as i search for the perfect line

i ask the brook for guidance
her bubbling conversation filling the air
lost in her continuous flow
the quest for clarity begins to ease

‘twas when i lean against the sturdy oak
steadfast in her strength beneath my touch
that solace finds me
her core though i can only sense
is marked by resilience and endurance
the connection surges bespoke

will this bond- liminal and so fine
endure beyond this snowy morn

and i begin to write ∴

∴ it’s 2006
and I’ll never forget the day
when my innocence was taken
shockingly away

why? what happened?
it can’t be true
a dwarf planet—what?
Neil deGrass Tyson who?

i’m going there tomorrow night
and on my very own
i’m going to Pluto
gonna build a little home

i’ll construct a ship propelled by magnets
and launch myself to space
nothing you can do to stop me
i must get started, post haste

2847 magnets needed?
180,000 hours away?

but wait
perhaps it’s all a bit too grand
a journey to an ex-planet
may not go as planned

yet Pluto’s allure
still grips my soul
in the not so faraway time
let’s make it our goal ∴¹²

1. While currently beyond our technological capabilities and impractical to consider, breaking Earth’s orbit would hypothetically require, a minimum of, 2847 neodymium magnets. ↩︎
2. I had the pleasure of meeting Neil deGrasse Tyson while working for Blackside, Inc. on a documentary series titled “Breakthrough”. I did not hold NDT responsible for the reclassification of Pluto then, and I still don’t hold him responsible for it now. lol ↩︎

∴ through desert scrub and stone
two hikers stride, one towering, one lesser so
one with a 16L pack, light and lean
the other gigantorific
2 gallons of water an’a
full course meal on his back

through switchbacks, they speed
their journey begun
it becomes a race
never heard the starting gun

footfalls echo
rhythm steady n qwk
one moves “twelve” strides
dwarfed by others’s 1

now scrambling
Siphon Draw’s steep rise
boulders guard, nod to their pace
hand over foot move with blur
and foot over hand
it happened so fast

scrapes become temporary badges
ascending higher still a daunting rise
just a leap, a dash, and a slight stumble to go

now Atop the iron summit, they stand side by side
in silent awe of the desert’s view open wide ∴

∴ ‘neath clouded skies
a fortress stands
wallows of longing within
to roam once more
yet your lingering
upon parole’s denial
despite innocence to redeem
a spirit adrift
in the quiet present
where true freedom awaits
on butterfly wings ∴

∴ hole in th wall Thai
seating for nine
eleven with a squeeze

clatter of pans
patrons slurping & munching
heavenly dishes, khao soi my fav

young child takes advantage
acoustics in th bathroom
belts more or less accurate
classic hit

rock & roll all nite

envy of her parent’s
child-rearing

unawares

her restaurant audience explodes
APPLAUSE and LAUGHING LAUGHING LAUGHING ∴