










…just a plain poem
Out in darkness, 6 AM
Bright stars shine like twilight’s frost
Shadows move among the trees
Down paths familiar all looks the same
Until a wormhole opens
Do we dare pass through?
Unfamiliar paths winds through broken branches
Grabbing clothes, scratching skin
Elms felled by beavers block the way
Another trail, a tale be told
Finding cranes in all the new places
Shallows wrapped by misty spaces
Path splits! Why? Indicision’s wrath
Left or right? Which one to take
Will one or the other lead to Destiny or Doom?
Tree lies along the trail with a broken back
Sinuous tree, sympathetic, perhaps, lies on the other side
How many feet pass by?
Fog rises off the river
Cranes stand together like Hydra in the mist
Rolling through the tangled trees and brush
Fog consumes the bosque
Rising sun tries to vanquish mist
A hard battle fought
Sunrise overcomes fog’s faux-iron grip
Long beams light crane’s field
Happy to be set free














Dusk






The neighbor’s tree arcing in the powerlines looked a little like the full moon behind Resa’s Tree.

Fluffy clouds between storms



Spunk had to hit the cheese this morning after being up most of the night watching and growling at the buzzing, popping, and flashes from the tree branches arcing in the powerlines.









Spunk between arcs and reacting to the arcs


J Volcano
In 1947, students from St. Joseph’s College ignited a pile of tires in the J Volcano, causing panic in Albuquerque as some people thought it was going to erupt. Later attempts at the same prank failed to cause even a stir. Nowadays, the pranksters would be charged with multiple felonies, smacked with harsh penalties and prison time.

Little House on the lava with a volcano in the background.

A third volcano

The wind blew away the color this morning

Silver: “Hey, Loki! Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki! Hey, Loki! Hey, Loki! Hey, Loki! Hey, Loki! Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki!”

Glenda, Spunk, Silver, and Loki waiting for Gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn: “Okay! Here I am! The Jugger Not Band meeting can begin!”


“Well? Well?”

“Calling a Jugger Not Band meeting to order is like herding cats!”

Sasha sacked out






