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Psalm 44, a sleep-song

Psalm 44

a sleep-song

I nap and still am tired

Good, maybe I’ll sleep

Through the night

Napping was necessary

I was too sore and too

Worn-through

I could have stayed awake,

I guess,

Except I couldn’t

Will you still love me when

I’m gone away?

I mean, eventually I’ll

Be closer to you than

I was ever before,

Than I am now:

I like you and respect you

I seek to be near you

Is this ever enough to

Bring a dream of you

Or, dreamless, a

Long time of sleep

Because I’m loved

Throughout this night

That you have made?

I can hope so

Not because I’m smart

But because I’m yours

Young Frankenstein

Young Frankenstein

This phrase came to mind

Out of the season’s time:

When the veil fails, speaking

Of Hallowe’en

This is what those of ancient

Lore believed—that gossamer-

Iron webs and steel-misty

Vapors held the other side

On a spellbound, ritualed

Line

Except for

This one time each year

I don’t know what this means;

The child in me didn’t

Care

I dressed colorfully, unusually

Looked through eyeholes

Of masks sweated ’round

The fabric on my face

I was young and relatively

Free

To run my neighborhood

Receiving chocolate reward

For feeling the thrill of cool

Air as more night rushed

Over my skin,

Through folds in costumes,

The faster that I moved

Work in Process

Work in Progress Process

Blank page awaits

No, it doesn’t wait on me—it’s a

Blank page

It doesn’t do anything

But I do

When inspired

Wait—must I wait for that?

It’s a process, you know

Discovery and meaning

I might not have just now

I might have them later

When in composing

Something happens

It’s here—hang on, it’s

Coming

On the way, I’m sure

And maybe with regret

I’m late waiting for Godot

The sun sets on my day

But wait—the

Breath of day is ending

Yet exhale and breathing-in of

Night is more inspiring!

(Waiting for Godot, a play by Samuel Beckett)

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Old Dachshund

Old Dachshund

Old Dachshund is a grand duke dog

Older than he should be

It’s night, and the snow flies

He steps outside and toward the

Dark, Old Dachshund barks three times

Believing now his domain is secure,

He turns ‘round, seeking warmth

Inside

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