Ken announced we were home
as we approached the outskirts of San Rafael
and the bus exploded in applause
It looks like any suburb
until we pull our bus in the driveway
and tumble out into an almost full moon night.
You can smell the Jasmine in the air
that has exploded out on the back porch
while we have been away
and the wisteria has beaten us home
from Nora's house in Santa Cruz
prompting Kurt
to request more pictures for Maureen
Mr. T will not be pacified until Janet arrives home
from an Ethiopian working day in Mountain View
So we banish him to his crate with doggy crackers
high quality, Newman's Own
as we sit around the table
eating Sphagetthi - Miguel left for us
from his lunchtime cullinary creation
You can feel the sense of tiredness and letting go
from this first part of our Poetic Tour
We slump at the table after dinner,
weary joy and peace
Kurt and Ken (Immobile Poem)
Lightning Fast
The lightning fast
criticism seems to be
a defense and a
compensation for
roots of conflicts.
Blind to my inner conflicts
defensive at light speed
Kurt Heyl
4/20/08
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