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The Journey to the West

Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...

Friday, July 4, 2014

Independence Day, 2014

The 4th of July
Was a very rainy
Day out here on the
East End and I ended
Up wasting the better
Part of the day writing
Drivel of one kind
Or another

Without much focus
Or clarity until it
Finally struck me
How a house in a storm
On a day such as this
Is a perfect metaphor 
For the very idea of
A poet such as myself
Beset with self doubt

The trees to the left
And right of the front door
Showing all kinds of distress  
Being buffeted about by the lashing
Wind and rain and yet
Able to preserve a sense
Of total dry and calm
In an interior realm
Almost indifferent
To the ultimate outcome

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