Half way to the peak of Desolation Mt 

Forced stop resting momentarily 

I spy an eagle feeding her eaglets

Smiling and whispering a shout to

You filling your water bottle with

Mountain snow

Turning you see them immediately 

In the huge Douglas fir 

Snapshot memory as we search 

For Desolation angels 

Lost in time

He picked up the tire iron 

Screaming like the jack ass

That saw an angel

I think of Nick Cave 

& His first novel

I remember his lectures 

On the word made flesh

Poetics of strange fires

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Long shadowed nights 

Soul batting perfect games

The long run home 

Sometimes pulls us apart 

Leaving unhealable scars

Of time

—

Flowers wilting from cool

Autumn breath reaching over soft

Petals & calloused leaves

Turning the warmed joy

Into cold sigh 

Winter stills even thought

Frozen memories of beauty

—

Blue moon dreams echo

Hard soled feet step through years fast 

We stand hearts in fire 

—  

Between years time stopped

We watch the movement of worlds

See these living songs

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Hours & days breath spark 

Constellations planets eyes

Divine winter life

—   

Mind frolic joy fog

Civilization steaming 

Bone white moon sigh

—   

Beer drunk toads hop free

We have frog legs rice & tea

New moon dream fortune

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Portrait of Scott County Beat Poet and Artist, Merritt Waldon

BY RYAN HEACOCK