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all hallows’ eve.

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I spot the hills 
With yellow balls in autumn. 
I light the prairie cornfields 
Orange and tawny gold clusters 
And I am called pumpkins. 
On the last of October 
When dusk is fallen 
Children join hands 
And circle round me 
Singing ghost songs 
And love to the harvest moon; 
I am a jack-o’-lantern 
With terrible teeth 
And the children know 
I am fooling.

-"theme in yellow" -carl sandburg 1878-1967




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image credit: google images (vintage)

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poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate. -john denham

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water

Everything on the earth bristled,

the bramble pricked

and the green thread nibbled away,

the petal fell,

falling until the only flower was the falling itself.

Water is another matter,

has no direction but its own bright grace,

runs through all imaginable colors,

takes limpid lessons from stone,

and in those functionings plays out

the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

Pablo Neruda

 

killarney, ireland

miss you little cowboy

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our perfect day 

set out on an adventure

shared by

kindred spirits

 –

up to the top 

of the  

empire state building

 – 

both had always wanted to 

never had –

found our chance

saw it and looked

in amazement

at the world around us

– 

next stop

a favorite park

playing in the autumn sun

– 

 sat by the water

talked about life

 all the important things

– 

scooby doo, spiderman, 

stuffed monkeys, 

people we love,

holidays, colors,

magic, fairies

– 

calm and peaceful

took coins

kissed them and made wishes

– 

tossed them in

watched them sink

as ripples moved

away from them

 –

he asked me

what is your wish?

i shared

– 

breaking the code of secrecy 

that goes with all wishes

just this once

for this very special reason

– 

my wish –

that you never feel sick again

(it’s been 2 long years)

and that we will share so many, many

perfect days

together

just like this one

i asked him

what is your wish?

he shared

breaking the rules

just this once

– 

his wish

so powerful

i sat

just listening

– 

tumbling

from the lips of

this 5 year old boy

who has endured 

so much more 

than most adults

in their entire lifetime

ever will

– 

old soul trapped in a child’s body

his wish

was 

the most amazing response

my wish 

he said

in that most innocent of voices

is that all of YOUR wishes come true

 we sat

in silence

looking at each other

both understanding

this would be our last perfect day together

we knew

these were our gifts

to each other

that we would always keep

gifts given

in their purest form

each only

for the other

we shared a moment

now held within us forever

on this,

our perfect day.

dedicated to my nephew h, who passed away soon after, (november 1, 2006), on a perfect autumn day.