but politics is letting
me down
I’d like to write a poem
of hope, fairness
and a good deal for all
what I think politics
should be
but I cannot see that
all I can see is greed, hatred
and blame
that’s not as it should be
so I cannot write a
political poem
only one with sorrow
down the middle
and a darkness
equal to a politician’s heart
at its core
The crows have come back
Seems they never went away
Still staring me down
(After the death of James Quinton)
The ascent is long and arduous
My steps slow but steady
The peak seems so distant
And the mountains are law
Alone I breathe deeply
Moving toward the unknown
But I sense you with me
The wind is your breath
Echoing mine
It speaks to me
Your voice inside my head
Telling me its tough
It always will be
I see your footsteps
In snow
Next to mine
Walking with me
It feels good
And I do not feel alone
Any more
Although
I know
We will never
Climb this mountain
Together
Not in this world
Anyway
Rusty Truck