Concrete
Spirit - LC
This
city is mine
November
barren
grey
and white
flecked with
green and red streetlights
Its
flatness is mine
out
office tower windows
miles of horizon
small
boxes puffing in the winter chill
The
empty streets are mine
as people crowd inside skywalks
timid human hamsters daunted by the
cold
I
stubbornly stroll the sidewalks
claiming the
bleakness as my own
This
silent night is mine
tree
skeleton shadows dancing on my bedroom ceiling
I lie exposed
warm in my solitude
This
city is mine
It
has a beating heart, but beats alone
you have to listen
to find its
soul...
Vagabond Dreamer - LC
My vagabond dreamer
drives through the night
I map his progress
golden push pins
in a map stapled to my wall
tracing his journey
Cell phone speak
Scattered sentences
I place them carefully back together
while I lay beneath my sheets
holding tightly to his words
because they’re all I have
The intangible him
is always here
traveling through my thoughts
a ghostly mist
of man and memory
Any form brings comfort
Another call
Another town
Another gold pin
If I squint in the darkness
they twinkle like stars
reflecting the streetlight outside
I drift to sleep
in my private celestial universe
dreaming of the vagabond
and me...
High
Flight – John Gillespie Magee, Jr
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of
earth,
And danced the skies on
laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the
tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, --and done a
hundred things
You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and
soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring
there
I've chased the shouting wind along,
and flung
My eager craft through footless halls
of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning
blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights
with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew --
And, while with silent lifting mind
I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of
space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face
of God.
