@wonderdunk

The first light of morning
is the first light in your dark eyes

and when you wake the stars
erase even your most clear dream

there is a head with birds for voices
around it but they won’t fly off the handle

and you greet nothing but hope in
the vast opportunities

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very nice
feels like I’m there in your backyard…

don’t put it past me.

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meet me in the Grand Canyon
and we can go looking for water

it always seems so dry when I look at it

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ha sweet!

but will he drink?

I must still be thinking about the missionaries in the desert.

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omg,

where do you find that?
of course, that’s Root Beer, right?

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oh my,
always think of Mother Mary
pregnant
on her donkey.

Anyway, yeah Ice Beers for me, strong,
but not dark.

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there’s a song,
"Talk to the Animals"
that might be Mary Poppins,
not sure.
Yeah, it’s great when they respond.

That is beautiful @Daze

oh, you mean my little poem,
thanks, honey.
just wrote it quickly,
but I was up early today.

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you have something though.

you’re different, wonderdunk.

All animals sense your love, patience and grace among them.
They also pick up your scent, your size, your singularity.

I believe everything you say to me.

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beautiful.

the priests take a vow,
they wear a ring.

When I went to Easter Mass with my kids and my brothers,
the priest I’ve known most of my life
who ended back here
in a roundabout way,

he walked through the congregation blessing us
with holy water, sprinkling it, but kind of throwing it
like confetti.

I turned to look at him walking away,
and for the first time in my life I said to myself,

"Roman. Roman Catholic. He looked and walked
and gave that presence.

tragedy, history.
Each of us, maybe, sz.

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I named my son Alec
after the young boy in The Black Stallion,

and I named by daughter Beth
after the Kiss song.

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thanks for sharing.
I’m going to call some friends on my phone.
I’ll be around though.
Having problems with my phone though,
not sure why, so thanks for being online.