I will remain.

The grass is green getting longer

in the summer

there’s a barbecue and I’ve

got this rice paper journal

it’s eternal

like the sun over Nepal.

Now there’s these two little blue birds

singing softly, shadow dancers

on the lawn

I’ve got this quaint little feeling

there’s a reason

for the bull skull on the wall.

A plane flies overhead

a sky of blue, a sea of red

mountaintops and forest bed

remain…

The grass is covered with snowfall

in October

frosted snow caps on the lawn

yet still those two little blue birds

nesting softly

they sing their joyful song.

I lace my boots fill my canteen

need some relief

from the city full of drums

rucksack and trail unwinding

I’m reminded

of my love for everyone.

The rocks and sandstone bend

leaves fall from tree, I comprehend

there is no time still consequence

remains,

I will remain.

My Bluebird

You were so different than me

And you loved Joan Cusack

I never did get to finished Infinite Jest

But there you were in a Brooklyn apartment

And you introduced me to Brett Easton Ellis

So there’s a silver lining in everything

I guess, so like Bukowski

You’re the Bluebird in my heart

But I’m not giving you up to them

I just watch

with wonder

as you fly away.