An imaginary place in thin, dry air between the mountains and the dusty plains
Got my ballot gonna mail it in Or drop it off because I can Because I'm free and it's my right And duty to put up a fight When fools and bigots try to run This, my country, with their guns And lies and hate and broken laws But truth and justice is our cause.
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Hope is packing up
our privilege and masks
and bicycles and hiking boots
and driving west
to explore the future.
It is trekking higher in thin air,
trusting our hearts and lungs,
daring to imagine a bright new chapter
that begins around the next bend
in the dusty trail.
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If on some cold, dreary day a virus takes my breath away, please burn me up and say a prayer then toss my ashes in the air.
My final wish I may regret and I’ll be damned, or so you’ll fret, but when to dust I do return don’t let it be just to an urn.
Do this for me, darlin’ please, just send me off into the breeze so I can float off through the sky and come to rest when time goes by.
I want to fall to Earth again upon a madman’s head so when he rants and raves above the din he chokes on me as he breathes in.
I used to think that I wasn't gregarious
but now that everything seems so precarious
and sometimes even just downright nefarious,
and everyday pleasures grow mostly vicarious,
I see my old thinking as almost hilarious.
Stay well, my friends, and keep your distance.
B.J.
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