Status Report 256
We rent two night tipi
to recharge through quiet of forest
in slow sun and breeze
bird chirp
man noise down
nature noise maxed
honoring the Native Americans
we genocided to get the land
where rising wind like river
rushes trees with leaves bouncing in and out
of shafts of sun in constant celebration
of life
love
freedom
happiness
One firefly inside tipi
two more glowing through the canvas side
insider heads up to apex
where spiders are
yet survives
shines on
– Smith, 6.28.2017
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Endurant
The carpet stairs are worn
and old in ways unknown
some creak, some groan
yet up or down
they hold their own
– Smith, 6.29.2017
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Mind Mine
Sitting in dark
one bird trying to sing up sun
first cup of campfire coffee
moving toward my brain
no plans but make more flames
and explore the caves
within
It wears its fire well
the straw that broke the feather’s back
– Smith, 6.30.2017
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Lost Degeneration
Yearning for tribal fire
we hunker round TV
worship dancing light
– Smith, 6.30.2017