
Spring In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Spring In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Gila Monster — Image by kenne
— kenne
Saguaro Family In Sabino Canyon — HDR Image by kenne
Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon — Art by kenne
— kenne
It’s that time of year for wildflowers along the hiking trails. — kenne
Wildflowers on King Canyon Trail — Images by kenne
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A Son’s Dreams (Kenne David Turner Fishing On A Lake Conroe Pier In The Early 1980s) — Image by kenne
— kenne
Cutleaf Evening Primrose from the Spring of 2012 — Image by kenne
Honey Bee Landing On Poppies — Images by kenne
Prickly Pear Cactus — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— kenne
Sunset Art by kenne (2009)
— kenne
Ocotillo Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne
— from “Requiem for Sonora” by Richard Shelton
Santa Fe Sculpture (Humankind) — Image by kenne
Mourning Doves Looking For A Nest Building Place — Image by kenne
The poem and music bring back a lot of fond memories.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Taking chances, writing in different directions.
1- We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams.
We talked and we used twisted words.
Did we show real face, did we do, just enough?
………………………………………..
2- We knew the thirst,
we pledged broken promises and I saw broken skin.
I kissed sacred scars and I made you smile.
Was dead midnight and we did the liar’s prayer.
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Kelli, skin so smoothed, so sweet.
You wanted the moon and I wanted your kiss.
You were wild fire and I was quiet lake.
In dreams, our loved lived and I remember the most beautiful girl, I ever knew.
Dancing Coyote
So true!
the leader
doesn’t know where his followers have gone
he walked too far into the desert
he said too many wrong things
many of his followers died (they were retirement age)
he should have recruited young girls
but it’s too difficult to stimulate them with words
he’s competing with:
vibrators
men who drive BMWs
and TikTok.
It’s time to end this poem.