i see an old man with a long white beard slowly walking
shufflin,’ shufflin’ across the street, ragged shoes on his feet
where is he going all alone tonight?
i wonder as i wait in my car at the red light
homeless man, i see you there
with your albert einstein hair
are you going to a cardboard castle somewhere?
the trench coat he’s wearing is brown and wrinkled like columbo’s
maybe he’s really some kind of spy, like, with the fbi
maybe he’s an alien sent from outer space
does he think his own planet is a nicer place?
homeless man, where do you go
when autumn winds begin to blow?
where do you sleep when streets are covered with snow?
take this dollar
from my hand…
i hear him singing handel’s alleluia as he makes it to the corner
sounds a lot like nat king cole, yeah he’s singing from his soul
then he turns around, opens his cardboard sign
i laugh ’cause it says “her lawyer was better than mine”
homeless man, thanks for the smile
and your happy hippie hobo style
maybe next time I’ll stop and sing for a while
and God bless you too
~~ a new tune of mine born about 10 blocks north of where that first photo (by Gregg Klar) was taken.
(That’s the Texas State Capital in the distance, in case you didn’t know.)
I thank Kelly for pointing out that the song initially seemed to “drag on and on”, prompting me to slice the verses from 16 bars to 12. Thanks, Kelly! Sometimes less is more…
The second photo is by Steve’s Digicams.
And that’s pretty-much that for this!
Posted by Jannie for the occasion of this magic moment.
P.S. 1 more pic of our beautiful downtown, by Frink’s Photography.
Kelly actually had the great fortune of attending 1st through 4th grade at a small Montessori school at the edge of that big park!
I loves me some Austin, Texas!!
P.P.S. Unrelatedly… every month I plan to feature 7 Friends in my sidebar, those first 7 some of my very earliest blogging buddies, been friends now for 6 years.
if you’re wandering
down the shore
still looking for
half of yourself
and for that
little cottage with
the yellow door,
come on in.
i’m standing at
the kitchen counter
i’m stuffing the
crusts with armchairs
you can sink into
to drink your tea
here by the sea.
~~ end of poem
we return to
The Yoga Pyramid
when Texan frogs
are about to light
are doing morning
sit-ups in bed.
some of us
we have all
“how to build
beings who know
love is always
the way to go.”
55 words for “Mama Z’s” poetry blog. (Please scroll to her Monday April 21st post.)
I really really like the photos at her “Zen of Motherhood” blog too! Check them out!!
Now back to Texas…
In the log cabin before we head down the path to the Om ceremony.
Some of us meet for the first time.
That’s Walter Suhr closest to the blue cup.
Tracy going into The Pyramid.
Husband exiting The Pyramid.
Chillin’ on the cabin’s back deck later.
And a seventh Big Photo because I adore sevens.
arms for a
~~ Shay Fireblossom over at Word Garden is emceeing the Flash Fiction 55 this week, whoohoo!!
And since I wrote that poem today and took that photo today, I guess that ties them together fine.
Y’all take care now!
If you find
a book, or
as a child,
please read it
and smile, knowing
that long ago
we got to
play 55, a game
Could it be true — G-Man’s final 55 after 7 years?!?
AWESOME run, dude!!! Thanks for inviting so many and keeping the party rocking.
We all love you, Galen! And glad you’ll still be keeping up your blog.
EDIT on April 3rd : Shay Fireblossom of Wordgarden and The Zen Of Motherhood (a.k.a Mama Zen) will be taking over the 55 hosting, with Shay starting off the festivities soon. I shall edit-in the date and time of her hosting inauguration here very soon.
Top Photo: Me with my brothers on our front step. I was just about to or had just turned 5.
And next week I’ll be turning TEN times that old.