"The Collection" - (1993)
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They innocently board--Na´ve and trusting.

Unaware of its metal parts rusting.

Taking their seats, commencing complaining.

The captain downplays incessant raining.

He’s thinking about real things.

Over too many drinks from too many stings.

Lift off—Way up high.

Lightning roams and rips the sky.

They gasp and gag.

Knuckles bleed white.

Perspectives shift.

From left to right.

Their lives pass before them.

Inside the pigeon.

Torment rules them.

Breeding religion.

Down it goes.

No turning back.

They make their peace.

Cover their tracks.

The tower struggles.

It’s much too late.

As time waits to seal their fate.

An old woman stares.

An attendant cries.

The pigeon drops.

Toward it’s demise.

The captain’s voice is painfully high.

With a broken apology.

And a shameful goodbye

 

-        February 1993 –

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           Changes

 

Spring sing.

 

Rivers new flow.

 

Buds bring flowery show.

 

Splashed across a hilltops view.

 

Onward, to skies a blue.

 

Rosy blisters show no defeat.

 

Moving toward fate.

 

Flaming gliders Fall.

 

Shuffling feet kick through it all.

 

All gone.

 

Winter is here.

 

Pondering Summers demise.

 

Hoping for Spring to be here.

 

Icy blanket upon.

 

Something to fear?

 

Cannot imagine what went so wrong.

 

 

        - December 1993 -

 
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