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JOURNAL #9

such sweet sweet eyes

the color of a most impossible blue

why, with the highest hat of poetry

I tip it just for you

for leaning down to speak with such an honest fire in

your shepherd's watchful eyes

all I could recall to think of were summer morning meadow

larks in bright blazing skies

a true tester of turbulent waters yet to be tried

or perhaps a private burning of lush forest fires shown

by a rather reticent guide

surprise is after all just another of nature's eager

children thrilled to simply be taking part

in at best a most mysterious game that started out as an

unplanned almost secret promise relying solely upon

the amateurs heart

in a brief moment of madness I gave chase to my deepest

yet before unshared prayer

that this warm feeling of cleverly baited clues will work out

some day soon and not just give breath yet again to more of

my generous poetic flair..........

( written March 28, 1993 am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

using a brief moment of seeing somebody and letting my fanciful notions have their way and knowing a poem would come of that.

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