Someone Stole her Bike

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Free Verse, Poetry

The wild bikes used
The cover of darkness
In the last summer storm
Of the season.

They crept into her yard
Under thunder deep howling
And enticed her sweet bike
To give chase.

It followed
Entranced
The tease of it giving it a thrill
As
Exotic
They led it out
Into the wild
And it was gone
Lost in the mist
In the midst
Of the wildlings.

It was a good bicycle
And now
She will miss it.

Street Musician

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being human, courage, epiphany, musician, rejection, saxaphone, street performer, wind in my ear

When I first passed her

Whatever she was playing on her sax
Sounded more discordance than tune
She was not very good
From nerves or lack of skill
Who knows?

Then
Suddenly
I knew
What it was she played
In the Hall of the Mountain King
A piece I’ve always loved
And I remembered

I probably would be playing just as badly
If I was standing where she was
And I can’t even play the sax
It took a lot of guts

So I changed my thinking
Took my change from my wallet
Smiled at her
And dropped change in her hat

Cataclysm

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apocalypse, being human, cataclysm, god, gods, humanity

The gods saw man
Weak in his mortality

They pitied him

Thus they taught
Sending knowings
And gifts
On the wind
Telling of the approaches of beasts
Carrying voices of allies
Holding aloft the seeds
Of what would become the food
The trees
So that man could care for them
About them
Eat them
Live midst them
Sharing the world
Thus did they give to man

But

Man cut down the trees
Slew all the beasts

Forgot all the knowings he had been given

Then

In his egocentricity

He proclaimed himself the equal to the Gods
And screamed at them
Within the wastes he had created

And the gods screamed back