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Ants vs Humans

Ants are strong.

Humans are puny

compared to them.

We have 2 legs,

they outnumber us

by 3.

We have no antennae.

They have 2.

They live peacefully

in colonies.

We have a hard time

getting along with

our neighbors.

They’re satisfied

with crumbs.

We have to have

gourmet meals

taking hours to

prepare.

A hole in the ground

is their home.

We don’t go there

until the end.

Ants are strong.

Never work out

only live

and carry 20

times their weight

on their daily

walks.

 

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Nature Calms, Heals

The quiet, the breeze, feel it

on your skin.  Listen to it

in the trees.

The occasional bird call here

and there.  Breaks the silence

of the wind-whispered morning.

I am alone.  I know it.

It’s too early for humanity to

enter peace.

While I’m gloating my

kingly possession of

the woods, not watching

where I’m going,

a parade of racing cyclists

try to make pancakes for

breakfast out of me.

The leader calms after

a look of panic at

stopping 30 racing

cyclists into a pile up

on me.  I step aside,

Ole, as they pass

‘a few more’ they yell

out, ‘a few more’–

very polite cyclists.

I renounce my throne.

Leaves of tropical lily. Hughes Water Gardens, Oregon

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Hot Walk

Even a short walk soothes the soul.

Let’s go duel with the heat.

Shade is my sword

my hat, my shield

engarde I’m going to move

my bones in a direction

toward home eventually.

Inner strength is my reserve.

I must remember to use it

when feeling faint.

I have a roof to come back

to.  Others aren’t so lucky

fending for themselves

at the mercy of the weather

all the time.

One of us is more fortunate.

I’m not sure who.

It feels good to move

my body, blood,

breathe hard, clear

out stagnation.

Dry skin is my

reward at home.

Close up of three tulip flowers.

Close up of three tulip flowers.

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After Dark

I would stop walking if I thought

it would do me any good.

That’s not how I was built.  I’ve got to

get out, and then come back and I’m

good for a little while longer.

Sometimes I take 2 one hr. walks

during the day in Summer vacation

time.  This is in hot weather!

If I come back too late I could run

into a skunk or other nightly creature.

So, I try not to.

 

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Music

The music sang to me.

I’m mostly a silence lover.

Am I feeling happy?  This

can’t be.  From across the

river, tuning up

for a nightly bash, came this

came this melody..I’m looking

around for a tree to dance with.

97 degrees-nobody else is out

walking along the river.

Awesome drummer, band

and singing.  Rap and Bluegrass

went by in slow-moving boats.

Not my thing.  Live bands have

performed for this riverside cafe

before, but this one really was good.

What a treat.

 

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Enlighten Me

I walked to my “secret

spot”.  I said, as always:

OK download the

wisdom of the Universe

into my brain, what do I

need to do, know, etc.–

always the same request–

clarity, clear direction.

It said:  love everyone,

I said I already do that

(to myself)  to the Universe

I said,  I don’t hate anybody.

(Some denial?–I don’t know)

some dogs maybe that get

on my nerves, otherwise I’m

good to go.

What else?  Appreciate what

you have.  Be happy with it.

OK…I’ll work on it…

Left my “secret

spot”.

I don’t know if

I’m any wiser

or not…

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Dogs

Going forward

facing fears

fearlessly.

Dogs don’t scare me–

much! even though

I’m controlling my

reaction

maybe they know

if they’re friendly

but don’t look

anything like that

from a distance

that you can

calm down,

I’m not going

to eat you for

bkfst, they seem

to be saying as they

pass by you

wanting to lick your

hand.

Still a dog as big as a

horse without a leash

having more muscles

than I can count

needs to be watched

until it doesn’t.

 

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Small Stuff

Small stuff

it gets in our way

we kick it aside

to smooth the path

hop over it or

walk around it.

It’s all small stuff.

Even the intimidating

“bigger” stuff we

can still walk

through.

Get our own magic

show.

Wow the viewers.

 

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Try Anyway

Walking blindly into heaven

doesn’t matter how you

get there. That you’re there

is important.

Some energy taps your shoulder

and says–this way.

For a moment you’re confused.

I was going another way

now you want a change

of plans.

So you try a new

way that was not

seen but seemed blocked

even when it was.

Try.

Hmm if I can’t hit a

home run first time

up, I’m not even playing.

That will sink your

boat faster than trying

to bunt your way on.

Heaven is everywhere.

We’ve got to walk out

of hell, though, to

get there.

 

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Strength

The birds have no a/c.

They survive.

Ditto the homeless.

Such comfort.

Does it do us any good?

72 degrees F day in and day out.

Put on a jacket if you’re cold.

Turn up the heat.

Try walking in the hot sun

for an hour.

Can you?

Do you even want to if you

could?

We’re pansies a lot of us.

Our forbearers had it

much “rougher”–to them

it was normal to be in

natures’ whims.

Us.  We’re pansies.

To weak to brave the cold,

the heat

test our bodies’ mettle.

See what we’re made of.

 

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