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The Blog of DonkeyOkie
Allusions, Illusions, Poverty, Oklahoma, and Other States of Mind
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Music of the Spheres
Mother Earth
Has a face of stone
Not without expression
Happy tears, sad snows, angry squalls
That fall from clouds
Formed from her children’s breath
All our breaths into wind
That is her voice
Her ears can hear
Mosquitos mate in perfect fifths
But the voice of Father Hertz
She loves the most
And here we are on planet earth
In our nursery
Hearing their lullabies
But not the symphony
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
A Fox is in the Sky
Blood-red Hunter's Moon,
A fox is in the sky.
Better for you to set too soon
Than catch that hunter's eye.
A dragon, too,
Is after you,
So fly, fly, fly.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Green Acorn Moon
The Summer Triangle is visible in the break in the clouds,
the heavenly lyre is subconsciously heard,
the flying and falling vulture are ubiquitous in the Oklahoma sky,
reflections in the black pools of a water moccasin's eyes.
The acorns are green, the chiggers are swarming,
the persimmon fruits unfallen are glowing,
the cedars grow, the crickets chirp, the tree frogs croak,
and the thrum, the hum, the vibration is palpable.
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