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| San Jose 1996 |
random poem selection
REINCARNATION
Our heroes are coming back they say.
Our heroes are coming back to stay.
Soon flags will fly and drums will roll,
Our heroes will come to warm the soul
of the Everyman in each of our hearts
and give us the courage to play our parts
in the great theater of life on the run
growing and knowing you're the great man's son
or daughter... we're happy with who we are
All our heroes are coming, we're now the bright Star
The future they fought for, the people we are.
We can call out their names, and call up their souls.
And what we're becoming, we probably all know.
For we are the children, the next Royal Guard
For what we've become now relates to the Bard
We'll dance on the dashboard, and sail in the win
We'll imitate bird's song, until our heart sings
Our heroes are coming... quite soon... never fear
We're learning and growing. Fear not, we're all here.
SPILT MILK
Shall we sit crying
over milk spilt
in another time
another place
by other people?
Unfinished business
is just that, and can
be left on it's own
to recover or die
as it pleases.
I shall go wandering
with the cows
and gamboling with goats
fascinated by daisies.
And when those days come again
as they always must
when there is no milk
I will eat cheese
and praise the sun
for future promise
and fast on the
sight of lilies.
