October 31, 2001:
As I got into the car on my way to work I noticed
something on the window.
As I drove to work I finally realized that it
was an egg that had splattered over my hood and window.
As I drove on it came to pass is this mind of
mine that the Goblins would be out this evening and
some had already been by in the morning hours.
Most of the trees around here are a rust color
and a few are crimson and some are gold.
The autumn breeze is blowing leaves in the yards
and positioning witches on telephone poles.
Jack 'O Lanterns are bright and smiling sitting
on bales of hay.
The Amish children are walking to school dressed
in blue and black clothing with their Wal-Mart lunch buckets.
The fodder shocks are all lined up in straight
rows. It is that time.
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The leaves have fallen and the moon is full.
The trees are gray and brown silhouettes in this warm autumn sky.
There are over one hundred buzzards flying over
the local chicken plant. What am I supposed to think when I see over one
hundred buzzards circling over our local chicken plant? Can I assume that
they have everything under control or did a large dinosaur just fall over
dead at the edge of the creek and the buzzards are just doing their job?
I do think that the buzzards are just doing their
job, but where?
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My world is divided by war.
I stand holding and arrow in one hand and the
other hand raised with a peace symbol at its end.
I do not condemn the search for peace or justice.
I want the freedom to believe in any form of
religion. I want the freedom to speak up at/or in any forum.
I want the women at my side to be as free as
I.
I want the airports to be free as they were before
Sept. 11, 2001.
I do not want our airports to be as secure as
Israel's. I do not want fences keeping me out of the forest.
I want to be able to see you as a human being
and not as a suspect.
I want John to understand the freedom that we
see and come home.
I want to be able to eat my mail as a prank.
I want to run naked thru the streets to see people
smile amused at our youth.
I want the security guard to sleep on the job
and dream of a beautiful woman.
The grass is still green in October as the buzzards
fly in the autumn sky.
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