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HEALTHY SMOKE
Shades of Autumn
slowly
draw on down.
Peek through cracks
to see sliver remains
of brilliant color begging
for one more round
of warmth, laughter,
leverage and play.
Pull wide the valence
to see a new dawn sneaking up
upon yellow meadow walkers,
brown husk talkers and
red face hikers whose breath casts out
a healthy smoke.
Look forward, seldom back-
steady and brace-
For tomorrow shall rush and pound
us all with gray weather wind
embracing the chill bone
forcing ...
Shades of Autumn
too quickly
draw on down.
10/3/01 Copyright
John Schmoyer
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BABY LOST HER SOUL
Baby lost her soul.
Complex images of life
Scatter like puzzle pieces
Upon torn table top
Sifting and wondering about
Angles that
touch and hold
ponder and fold
In fingers of the mind
Stroking and poking but never erase
time or place
Where love appears
To walk with an elegant,
Confident grace.
Baby lost her soul.
Patience lasting
The way words wish
To harbor into fleeting heart.
Tomorrow a process of learning about
How hard the sun works to rise,
How easy the moon slips to set
And why it is
Life is such a complex collection
Of images
Causing one to fret
When -
Baby lost her soul.
10/2/01 copyright
John Schmoyer
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