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Hugs and Dreams
A blue camping mug
Montana memories 
Give words a hug
Driking wine through tin 
is the happiest I've ever ben
Dreams can't be borrowed,
there is no promise of tommorrow
Leave your comfort zone and take
pride in being alone
Do not become lost in the words failures say
Let the dust of others settle where it may
Count th estars at night until worries are out of sight
Open your eyes
Awake your passinos
Capture a sunrise, a sunset
Along the way always remember
to forgive love, but don't ever forget
A heart will never heal without 
Giving the skin time to peal 
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​Valentine

The cold claws of night
Are creeping in quickly.
It was -10 yesterday and
Will be twice as cold this evening.
I pull you closer.
We sway back and forth
Tides under the moon.We watch the goldfinches gobble
Sunflowers. I question checking my phone
Or turning on the impeachment news,
Feeding you a bottle of warm milk
Is all that is in my control.
As comfort fills your belly
You go from having your dukes up
To playing the piano.
I’d like to slip away with you
into that deep ocean of sleep,
Where your eyes are like blue marbles
Surrounded by pearls.
At dusk redbird flies away,
The last light of day pinned to his feather.
My mind wants to stay here forever.
You by my side.
How could I be gifted anything more?
Mom walks through the nursery door.

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Barnyard Heart
A rusty colored barn is twisted
in shambles
Half its body has blown out.
Its board feet have collpased upon each other;
the frame is a tribute to an era
when getting rich wasnt made by getting bigger
Instead by living honestly with routenily less
I think of all the factory farms,
those cuttthoarts who must have
promised fame in exchnage to tear down the barn
The home still stands beyond the barn
A row of double stacked hay bales insulates
the shelter from polar vortexes 
Flakes of white paint hold the stories
of thousands of chores- but today animals
no longer roam the vacant lot.
The home looks arthritically shaken
on this January day.  
I want to pull in through the drifts
to make sure the old farmer in his overalls
is warm, and has enough straw
to fill the spaces between his barnyard heart


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