A violin plays in my heart
my grandfather passes
before the notes run out
…
My daughter on the telephone
that voice
a new love note
…
My son loves trains
as I loved hot choo-choos
on Saturday with my grandfather - Boppaw.
…
New York vibrates with fall excitement,
breathes life into the artist,
excites the inner self.
I see them early
each and every morning without delay,
metal soldiers of the night -
they pick up our trash.
…
Few words are precious
except those
present in each moment.
…
Sunlight through
blooming flowers
hides winter through my window.
…
Listen – and watch
your August breath
it is quiet -
satisfied with itself.
Friends,
loves, wine and children -
life & perhaps sweet with time.
…
Quietly listening,
I see this day
with my eyes closed.
J.E. Dorsey –aka Doug Claybourne - Rev. 10.30.10
Copyright © 2010. Doug Claybourne. All Rights Reserved.
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