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My feet pedaled
left today into town
instead of right into the woods
as they had for weeks
perhaps months
And they pedaled fast and smooth
as the wind lay
welcoming spring's bloom
The cross lights changed quickly
offering a speedy glance
on all that had changed
in just a short moment really
The vacant lot
where I once imagined
a shotgun house
now bloated by a
tasteless modern dwelling
And Eli's Friday BBQ smoke
was not wafting through the Live Oaks
Empty benches 
No snowy egret 
waiting for scraps
But the once dry 
and lifeless garden there
had blossomed with
thick, dark greens
And it made me smile
And the Spanish moss
thicker than ever
And the leaves of the Jacaranda
the color of the shallow sea
And the streets sparsely scattered
with happy morning people
who smiled back at me.

Two ships were moored side by side.
As the early moon began to brighten 
with the fading of the winter sun
one ship said to the other

"I am the luckiest ship
because the moon casts its glow
right above my mast." 

"That might be true.
But from where I sit
I can see the moon hanging 
in the distance."

The first ship pondered this.
"Yes that is true. I do have to tilt
my bow to see its entirety. You can stay
secured as you gaze at its beauty."

The second ship replied
"But I cannot see the sun
from where I am anchored.
It is hidden by the trees."

The first ship responded
"I see the golden sun setting
every evening. But it has faded
my canvas."

Both ships sat in silence
One wondering at the distant
bright white full moon
The other wondering at the
silhouette of the closest star
fading behind dancing branches.

"I know who is the luckiest,"
the first ship said.
"So do I," said the second.
And there was no need to speak.

Two ships were moored
side by side.

It is an ache
yet a calmness 
all the same
There is a difference
in everything 
It's as if 
the universe has expanded
into meaning above
what it was just now
A puddle of exhaust
is a colorful palate
lying on smooth asphalt
A question of existence
is no longer a question
To feel this ache is to live
and I know I must keep moving
for what is to come
will be the answer
But for all that has been 
said and done
although right and beautiful
what lies ahead and is present
has opened my heart
to breathing beyond mountains
beyond prairies
beyond what I ever thought possible
And it is not so magnificent
without trials
it just IS
and I am exalted
indefinitely.

Could I be an eagle today
and fly so high
these truances would
fall away
Could I be an eagle tonight
and fly so far
out of reach
out of sight
You would remember
the good I gave
and all the bad
would soar away
Could I be an eagle tomorrow
and rise with the sun
not burning not yearning
No tears of sorrow
If I were an eagle
would you let me
leave
And welcome me back
when these grievances
freed
Can I be an eagle one time
and leave these mortal
trials behind?


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