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this isn't in the Guru Almanac:

sand paper pyramids

mountains with lupine meadows

walnut orchards mostly gone now

one might imagine

mom's way of standing

presuming the canary had not escaped

and was not watching from a branch

in our walnut tree

or the day when dad cleared the back lot

lit a huge bonfire

and it was poison oak

silicon towers glisten

we are modern now

most of us

the Almanac is printed on

brand new

sulfur free

ageless paper

ROUND DAYLIGHT

there is a certain office paneled stare

a trail of Kleenex tissues

that will not be followed

tempting to envision a battle tank

but that was no defense

and will be no defense

way too heavy

the tissues were perfumed

no more so than pine scent by the sea

it beckons, the sound of it

sea gulls silent

a sunset somewhere else imagined

a blurred zucchini bloom

recall black and white movies?

where cobble stones glisten?

and violins play?

where HIV was unimagined by a blazing hearth?

strains of Ebola virus?

in the archives of imagination

mom's rosemary steaks were good

some things never change

the sea, however

was perfumed long before imagination

baseball's diamond is a subtle mound of national wealth

though Adam Smith would say

the game is not agricultural

a snoring point that seems not to require

and in fact is

no defense of truth

which is stone silent

STONE STARE CASE

the word windmill generates free power

revolving on its own without a breeze

from a branch on a tree at a safe distance

a blue jay comes to watch

the mill has been known to emit random flashes

random, at least, from a bird's point of view

the other animals think it is probably just crazy

all the other windmills thrash around

and enjoy the wind

but then, they want water

so as to compete with water wheels

it is a rather complicated business

no water, no breeze, free power

rather disturbing, really

lack of bureaucracy is considered unfair competition

all the other big wheels have attendants

bookkeepers, tax consultants

blue jay plucks out a fluffy feather

life is simple

there is nothing really so free

as wind through a ruffle of fine feathers

flip, flop and fly

of course there are always those powerful flashes

but from way up high

it is a light show

free power

windmill

word