Tiny Bubbles

when I grow up I want to be

a better person

so that the mirror shines

when I stand before it

this is my everyday wish

just in case you change your mind

I left your car keys in a noticeable place

above the tree tops

then

tied both your shoes together

and mailed them

Wait! This is serious

You could see that

if you had your glasses

but I buried them in the sand

poor baby

all because you said you loved me

your name had one too many ee’s

and it was a candy

so I threw away your picture

why, then do I still see your face?

please, leave me alone

if only you had loved me

your poem would have been better

you got what you deserved

I wrote this a bit ago, and forgot that it was on the funny side of things. I certainly never thought I would ever laugh about this person. Time does change things.

Hyla Brook

By June our brook’s run out of song and speed.

Sought for much after that, it will be found

Either to have gone groping underground

(And taken with it all the Hyla breed

That shouted in the mist a month ago,

Like ghost of sleigh bells in a ghost of snow)—

Or flourished and come up in jewelweed,

Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent,

Even against the way its waters went.

Its bed is left a faded paper sheet

Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat—

A brook to none but who remember long.

This as it will be seen is other far

Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.

We love the things we love for what they are.

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 Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

robert frost

to see a river

one must forget the nature

of it, without names

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because once you do

an arctic memory waits

to unfold itself

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the flood brought me words

that lifted the water up

you can see it go

one deep breath - haiku

1. tunnel of love - bruce springsteen
2. public pervert - interpol
3. embraceable you - frank sinatra
4. picture this - blondie
5. ain’t talking - bob dylan
6. gloria - van morrison
7. pale shelter - tears for fears
8. london calling the clash
9. 7 - prince
10. let the devil in - tv on the radio

I’ve been in Montana three weeks, give or take.

Everything has changed.

The landscape, the people.

Especially me.

Now it’s hard for me to stay put in the house.

I bought a new bike, which I love. More pictures are on the way.

I love it here.

There is this trail I bike on now which really belongs to me now. All the other people who step upon it are just sharing it…

The air smells like flowers and the air is thick with butterflies.

I have woken from a dark sleep to find myself in paradise.

Pictures of Bob