Dundee fog

as greedy as a hog
is the Dundee fog
it swallows everything in sight:
buildings, people, busses, light
white ghost with a silent hiss
causing cars to hit ‘n miss
floats thru town in swatches swirly
makes her hair all damp ‘n curly
‘n yet she loves the gauzy shroud
that conceals her from the crowd
here she hides from grief & fears
in Dundee fog she disappears

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Dundee fog

triggers

the plaintive songs
of Phoebe Snow
recalls the night
that gave birth to woe

on the pungent smell
of gasoline
wafts the image of a boy
in tattered jeans

with the obnoxious sound
of an engine’s roar
she sees him leaning
against the garage door

the raspy sound
of a dry autumn leaf
brings to the surface
an ancient grief

ice cubes
that clink inside a glass
& she’s again engulfed by pain
she thought would pass

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mortality

2 little girls

two little girls with hopeful faces
one with wild ginger hair, the other blond with braces
two little girls I almost didn’t see
until they shyly stepped up to me

“Miss,” said the girl with the ginger hair
as the girl with the braces fixed me with a solemn stare
“Miss,” she repeated without artful pretence
“Please, could you give us 62 pence?”

“Our mums gave us money for the bus,
but we spent some at McDonald’s an’ don’t want them to fuss.
They won’t hit us, but they will yell an’ shout,
so we were just wonderin’ – would you help us out?”

I put on a serious face & said in a serious voice:
“Do you realize you may have made an unwise choice?
You’re old enough to know the world is full of dangers,
& I bet your mums’ve told you must never talk to strangers.”

“Yes miss,” the girls agreed, “But we thought you wouldn’t mind.
You see we talked it over, an’ agreed that you looked kind.
Really miss, we’re good girls – we use common sense.
So please, will you give us 62 pence?”

“You’re lucky,” I smiled, “I’m in a good mood.
I just want to go home & have some wine & food.”
reaching in my purse, I handed them a pound
“Now go straight home,” I admonished, “No hangin’ around.”

“Thank you miss,” they both beamed,
their smiles innocent & sweet
then they happily linked hands
& went skippin’ down the street

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two little girls

what the cow thought

she lay atop a grassy knoll
this elderly Holstein
her coat the color of chalk ‘n coal
what thoughts run through her mind?

she remembers an endless field
where silver fish leapt from a stream
the swishing of the tail she’d wield
against the insects that would teem

or perhaps she dreams of a day
before the humans came
when she was still young enough to play
and possessed her own special name

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what the cow thought

wildwind garden

on a little side street
in bonnie Dundee
is a place most folks’ll never see
gotta have an invite to gain entry
to the wondrous wildwind garden

it’s a secret place
hugged by mossy walls
alive with dancing waterfalls
where watches freeze & all time stalls
in the wilderness of wildwind garden

fruit trees groan
with the weight of pears & plums
wildflowers sway as the gardener hums
& everyone takes life just as it comes
in the world of wildwind garden

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wildwind garden

undecided

my beloved country is currently divided
so my everyday life is now two-sided
one group yellin’ YES whilst the other nods NO
but it’s together towards the unknown we all go

I’ve read every article – every note
I remain unsure which way to vote
I’ve no real interest in politics
but this current divisiveness I long to fix

my heart swells to see the Saltire dancin’ in the Scottish air
an’ whether yay or nay for her people I dearly care
each day that I’m here I bless those bonnie skies above
I pray for my beloved Scotland – let us remember how to love

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undecided

electric addictions

faint-hearted fools
decry 21st century tools
but the colors that are shown
remove the unknown

souls with no spark
prefer life in the dark
but beauty abounds
in the noise that surrounds

humans who choose hate
play a dangerous game with fate
but there is no place to flee
from all the things we daily see

hearts full of fear
deny the truths they hear
but none of us can hide
knowledge will not be denied

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electric addictions

Bird in flight

at those notes
she can’t help but wonder
what he dreamed of as a child
did thoughts of fame
or adulation
make his heart race, fast ‘n wild?

she likes to think he cared for neither
he’d still be cool
although unknown
ridin’ that dark horse
lip-locked
with his saxophone

at those sounds
her eyes always close
an’ she pretends he’s still alive
makin’ music just for her
as she drinks alone
in a smoke-filled dive

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Bird in flight pic

trolley people

in the shadow of an old church steeple
just before it starts to rain
I stand an’ watch the trolley people
faces lined & fulla pain

tiredly they traverse the pavement
they do not look at me
ragged souls of circumstance
that others refuse to see

scarred men an’ shattered women
all ages, black an’ white
seemingly oblivious
their eyes devoid of light

they push their creakin’ trolleys
luggin’ everything they own
an’ I feel a twinge of guilt
as I dash for my cozy home

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trolley people

faith reborn

she’s lain in the cut so long, too long
pierced by life’s cruellest prong
& though she’s repented of all wrong
overwhelmed she remains by the Evil One’s throng

hidden between the jokes
& the nightmares that hold reign
lie kernels of reality
truths wrapped in pain

in the depths of desperation,
she sometimes thinks “how will I cope?”
then Jesus in his mercy
opens arms that offer hope

with the help of the angels
God’s supporting players
upright she stands
before the naysayers

she’s escaped the cut she’s lain in for so long, too long
redemption has been granted for her every wrong
& defeated are the demons sent by Satan’s throng
as she utters words of praise in a joyful song

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faith reborn pic