Synapse

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The rolling thunder of a jet at night,
the dried leaves flickering the pathway;
a hollow stump full of owl hunters
nip whiskey
and tilt a hideaway
lantern to the north
revealing the wind
that snaps branches.

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About dwk758

When I was in the 6th grade, I was fascinated by a brief section in my World History book about ancient Greece and the philosophers, mythology, and original Olympics. I wrote my first poem about it that started: "Ancient Greeks and old time Romans...". Ever since it has been an elaboration on that theme...and I have wandered far afield.
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2 Responses to Synapse

  1. I see we have a commonality: WA St. I enjoy the poetry you put with your photos. Very nice. I’m glad you are writing and photographing and getting out into the wild beyond.

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