Omak, Washington 1979

Omak, Washington 1979 short poem

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I was happier
When I didn’t
Know any better

Middle aged now
Rushing toward
Rushing from

Half tasted meals
Unfinished books
Tendonitis rampant

Tell myself tomorrow
That’s happiness
Tense with impatience

Silence falls
Odd in the city
Then windchimes

Transported back
Twelve years old
Mop of hair in a tent

I can smell alfalfa
Weeks before hay
Watered at dawn

Aunt Claire’s ranch
Other peoples’ horses
Trotting the pasture

Rambling house
No kids but me
No television

Giant workshop
Out back off limits
Sharp rust and grease

Every cowpath
Leads to cicadas
Dropping silent

Hazy blue sky
Wind pulling my hair
Always eastward

Days of dry hot
Nights of perfect
Cold dark answer

Camera strobe
Lighting after midnight
Pounding rain

No roosters here
Uncle George coughs
Hacks coughs again

Damp grass bare feet
Kitchen steaming
Cinnamon rolls and coffee

This lasted for weeks
Nothing ever to do
Yet never boring

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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J.rid
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ah the joys of not knowing, loved it.

Nadeem Qazilbash
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Some poets have a way with words and others have wonderful thoughts. You have both. A pleasure to read.

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