Tom Turner (Sometime In The Late 1960s) — Image Created with the Help of Technology and AI
Afternoons in the backyard, our lives like photographs Yellowing elsewhere, in somebody else’s album, In secret, January south winds Ungathering easily through the black limbs of the fruit trees.
What was it we never had to say?
Who can remember now- Something about the world’s wrongs, Something about the way we shuddered them off like rain in an open field, convinced that lightning would not strike.
We’re arm in arm with regret, now left foot, now right foot. We give the devil his due. We walk up and down in the earth, we take our flesh in our teeth. When we die, we die. The wind blows away our footprints.
“At the end of a grim night, this might have been the comic relief we all needed. But it did not seem funny so much as very, very sad,” Susan B. Glasser wrote about last night’s historic rematch between Joe Biden and Donald Trump. “Is this how democracy dies, in a shouting match between two seniors about their golf game?”
Oft in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high, When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl’s shrill cry, In the quiet, dusky chamber, By the flickering firelight, Rising up between two sleepers, Comes a spirit all in white.
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder Well, it might have been a bluebird, I don’t know But he’d get stone drunk and talk about Alaska The salmon boats and 45 below
He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla Where his cellmate there was a Little Willy John And Willie, he was once a great blues singer And Wing & Willie wrote him up a song
(They said)
“It’s dark in here, can’t see the light But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes And I fly away, beyond these walls Up above the clouds, where the rain don’t fall On a poor man’s dream”
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong.
Delicate Arch In Arches National Park with the La Sal Mountains in the Background — Painting by kenne
Delicate Arch is a 52-foot-tall (16 m) freestanding natural arch located in Arches National Park, near Moab in Grand County, Utah, United States. The arch is the most widely recognized landmark in Arches National Park and is depicted on Utah license plates and a postage stamp commemorating Utah’s centennial anniversary of admission to the Union in 1886. The Olympic torch relay for the 2002 Winter Olympics passed through the arch.
Delicate Arch is formed of Entrada Sandstone. The original sandstone fin was gradually worn away by weathering and erosion, leaving the arch. Other arches in the park were formed the same way but, due to placement and less dramatic shape, are not as famous. — Source: Wikipedia
