Monday, April 09, 2007

NaPoWriMo, Day Nine, Poem Seven

Trying to do a tribute to the founder of Stone Soup Poetry. And so...

To Jack Powers

I thought I was keeping the truth to myself,
said no one ever runs a group
of free range performers,
we ride them, like a mechanical bull
unhinged, in motion somehow,
never turned off, which is why
we're thrown off often.

Actually, we mount and remount so much,
that' we're actually running
as if we're following our children's first
journey off training wheels, more afraid
of their straightforward journey
than any crash or rampage
hoping they come back to pass you.

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