Monday, September 13, 2010

The Dance

Forever she tried to convince me that I was a bad person.
As it was not true, I felt that I was impervious to her machinations.
But somehow, ultimately, I caved;
I succumbed to her incantations, and briefly became a bad person.
How truly foolish and stupid I was,
to think that it was about me.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

When she blushes.

She's a real cowgirl, oh yeah!
She's tough and she's from Texas.
Her name is Kate, from the lone star state.
I'm in love.
Well I'm just a lone cowhand, from the Rio Grande.
And I will never think of Texas without thinking of her.

Friday, September 10, 2010

mica dogs

Several nights now I have been hearing the coyotes and their offspring, calling, rehearsing their songs. They are calling now.  I say they are in fine voice, well full of bliss.  I have no care that they are not wolves.  I have seen my coyotes, glimpsed ghostlike and shimmery.  They are true wild dogs.  I have thrilled to the calls of wolves.  I thrill to the song of these dogs now.  Even in this most trying time... they make my heart soar.
The mountains that I climb for you, I climb for myself as well;
the mountains that I climb for myself, I also climb for you.