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WALKING ON THIN ICE

after long silence coffee speaks

Night Moves

Walking rough terrain through pitch black
first cup of campfire coffee one hand
flashlight the other
stop on trail
turn off light
sip black unsweetened coffee
hot in black back of night
something large rustles near by
I tell it welcome, but coffee’s mine

black out
I pour black outer liquid
into inner body darkness

after long silence
coffee speaks

– Smith, 7.5.2017

b 4 it was cool

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