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A Thought for Today

Even when my memory has a favored day, some prisoners refuse escape.

 

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"Tap Your Troubles Away" - the music of Jerry Herman

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Autumn Equinox

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Rod's random thoughts Autumn is the crown of every summer.

Nature doesnít need to brag.

I wish that I were plain enough to show you Iím but me, or as fancy as I feel you think I should be.

THROUGH THE AUTUMN FIELD

Moths fill up the morning
and spiders slide down shafts
        of sunlight,
The wind now makes a long,
        slow moan.
Tired of all the old Octobers
the moan is more a sigh.
Resigned and lonely
               like those of us
       who face the wind
the wind itself on seeing autumn
       runs to hide.

I walked home
through the field
       alone
looking at the row on row
       of dead cornstalks
frightened by the frost
       arrested by
the first long breath of autumn.
Feeling a little older
but with no new knowledge.

Passing through
        the now past summer
Iíve heard nothing.

True, Iíve memorized your thighs
your burnt brown breasts
your eyes, your eyes
but you were busy memorizing
        other peopleís hands
the kindness
of their summer crotches
the sounding of their sighs.
Without attending
        your same school
as pupil or as teacher
Iíve become your familiar.

       Bend to me
this first long
       autumn night
or let me bend to you.
Everything and nothing
has passed between us
and tomorrow
        Iíll pass by again
through frosted fields
where even pumpkins
now detach themselves
from dead and dying vines.

Autumn is a signpost
       for the leaving.
Whether leading us
to comfort or despair
autumn points the way.

-from ďBeyond the Boardwalk,Ē 1975, 1976

 
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Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith
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