Thursday, November 24, 2011


More from my study of essence...I hesitate to call it poetry.



Life in a country song.

Hurry to the airplane, weather coming.

The wind shifts as we taxi east.

Now west from Amarillo, still on the ground.

Fuel, movement, noise, essence put to good use.

Break ground and ride the bull.

Eight seconds, still we ride the bull. Up, down,left, right, all at once. Close mouth to save tongue.

Eight more.

Yet another eight.

The bull lets go, we are tossed straight up.

We climb and climb and climb, gaining essence without bound.

Such is the power of the Blue Norther.

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