far above circles eagled eyes
wings lap air, seeking truth. any truth
upon a field of reddening snow
spired spears of fir stand vigil to the now dead
fallen they lay, remorseless in their rest
wind listens to their whispered secrets and repeats
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although there are none remaining whom to tell
I wrote this this evening on a prompting from my nephew’s Facebook post: “Are there other humans with the name Reince?” I, being a bit apolitical, missed the reference to now White House chief of staff, Reince Priebus.
Instead, my immediate thought was that such a person would be ridiculed as a child. And being a smart-ass that I am, I would imagine that no child would live long before bullies would get to them. The short answer to his query is none; no one is named Reince and is alive. A gallow’s humor response for a late Saturday reply. For whatever reason, Üter Zörker of The Simpsons sprang to immediate mind.
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I first published the below on my personal Facebook page back on December 24, 2016. I wrote it on the way from Wenatchee to our home while Marit drove.
It is, I imagine, the start of a story, as it were. In my respites I have in my mind a recurring theme of light and sound seen through a hazy summer day. A hollowed home, more transparent than real. I can see through the house’s very walls to a gorge and forest slumbering. There is no one in my world at the moment other than myself. There is no loneliness, just recognition that it merely me and the sound of sparrows outside.
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