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the good ones soar
a poem is a caper
you wait to pull
out of the vapor
often already full
all of its words
are from on high
a flock of birds
listen to them fly
the good ones soar
it's how they roll
open the door
& glimpse the soul
they make you strong
your mind more reliable
help it think more along
the lines of the Bible
open the window
once and for all
let you then go
& see something tall
with his palms
against some bark
like the Psalms
they can light the dark
can lift your life
let you set sail
& stay away from Barney Fife
and his jail
but you may notice
in a good strong neighborhood
that even an Otis
can have it kind of good
so open your book
make your own art
& take the time to look
into your own heart
Today is the last day of the Hocking Hills Bigfoot Festival. I did not attend. But I did get one new drone flyover video up on the blog yesterday. I had mentioned in the Ernest T. Bass post from a couple of days ago that I was planning on doing a word play on Hemingway in one of my brother’s farm videos. And yesterday it was unfurled in all of its goofy glory. If you don’t like goofy then you should probably hit the exit now because that is the flag that we fly under. In the words of Kurt Cobain “All Apologies.”
Enjoy your Sunday! Have some lunch! And smile a whole bunch : )