Dream-Weavers

There are people

who

 I love to hate

that live inside my heart

 

They thread me

 in

then knot me up

new patterns in the dark

 

To make my world

a

thicker braid

than those who fawn and swoon

 

And stitch the flame

 of

tangled fire

—unwoven in my loom

 

(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2021)

Just Passing Through…

Your mountains and prairies are safe from me,

it’s only your roads I want

89 in Utah, 191 in Montana,

route 50 cutting Nevada in half

I’m not looking to stay or upset your order,

like New Yorkers and Californians do

I just want to ride to tomorrow and back

—the view and the memories my home

 

(Dewey Montana: September, 1996)