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Small furry tractors make their rows in the blue blanketThen come to a rest in a warm spot

Engines still running

Below the surface there’s life. 

Wanting to reach out toward the light. 

But feeling the coziness of the earth. 

Life moves and stretches underneath

Then comes to a rest

Maybe for just a few more minutes 


Bare bulb in the basement

Swinging string

The slow controlled exhale of breath

My clenched fist paces the floor

Eyes narrowed


Flashes of images pass by my personal tv screen

Rage moves through me so fast I don’t remember hitting that bag

Barely under control

Scary to witness

This anger is only reserved for the absolute screw ups 

Those who  weave in the art of carelessness 

Who paint in stupidity 

Who chip away at trust

Who mold forgetfulness 

Who can barely see beyond the mess that they are creating 

This volcanic heat is just that. 


But only for time. Just until the rocks have time to settle. 

Then it’s unleashed 

The temperature is unbareable 

Today the rage is palpable 

Goosebumps on my skin

I’m shaking

There is only one culpable party

It has to be me. 

Thoughts on the way home.

Warmed by the seat of my car. The date julip drink in my tummy. Grounded by the sound of my wiped blades I started the pod cast again.
An Alan Ginsberg phrase rolled over me like disappearing shade in the 3 o’clock sun. “The dearness of the vanishing moment”
“The dearness of the vanishing moment”
I rewound and played it again and again.
Watching between beat of the wipe blades all of the vanishing moments of the night.
Stopped at a red light. Hum of perfection in its imperfection stepped off the bus.
Elderly woman. Bent over by life. Fighting against gravity by shear will and a four footed silver cane. Black rubber boots that had trouble finding the ground with certainty. Gray puffy overcoat that nearly swallowed her whole. Nearly… The gray and black did not consume all of her. Hot pink volour pants were neatly tucked into those boots. And a beautiful red and white Santa hat topped it all off.
“The dearness of the vanishing moment” was my mantra as she labored passed my car. Her strides were so unsure. So unstable. The cacophony of motion was hard to watch. For a moment I thought Gravity was going to win this one. But with a brief pause…balance was regained.
“The dearness of the vanishing moment”
In the crazy clothes that we cover ourselves with. We walk. Never truly certain. Always on uneven ground. But we continue to walk. Because it the crazy uncertainty that actually keeps us balanced.