Charlie the Knight Maker

He walked with his head low,
transparent as the curtains
in the rail house.

The felt of his cap
a friend,
riding his head
like a king in a coronation.

Charlie made him a knight
as he sat in the shadows.
His torn robes,
piled by the marble threshold.

He dubbed this day
a day for knights
and two of them
were there, near the French drain in the floor.

The knights of what might have been.

The trot of their horses,
and shout of the steel,
red crosses of the crusaders,
thunder in the morning,
beneath bright blood in the sky.

Charlie’s eyes ached
as his focus faded.
The other knight removed his cap,
taking his rank,
before napping near the dreams.

The dry leaves
beside the knights,
cast minor shadows
in the drift of light,
left of this day.

The two knights,
who knew not what they were.
But the one who knighted all the others,
from there in the shadows,
Charlie the knight maker,
not a knight himself.

Hayward 2008

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Born

Born...

 

The rain came

and through the sky

It fell.

 

Made mud cradles

filled fish homes

and a farmer smiled.

 

Water ran,

 

worsted wills healed,

the silver beads found

green corn,

while she washed

in a brown cherry bucket.

The last of his love,

drawn by soft sponge.

 

Locusts made quiet.

The thunder’s wind pushed,

thin air grew cool

as low clouds grew muscle.

 

Sunlight was there,

in the wake of rain.

And,

as the river rose,

one mighty inch,

her water touched new soil.

 

An egg,

was found,

and you were born.

 

Hayward 98

city

City

Well I just got back from the city, took a hot shower and cleaned the city’s breath from my body. It was a perfect day, sunny, maybe a little too windy, but that didn’t bother my camera and I..got some great shots of the early sun hitting the old brick of antique buildings.
Happy Easter weekend to everyone, and don’t put all your eggs into one basket.
g.

Viva Viagra

luck "o" the Irish

Hey kids, I know I spelled doom and gloom for SAG the other day ( well somewhere else I think, and I've been remiss in neglecting you....sorry) but I had an audition today.....for.....Viagra! Hehehe, I’m not kidding, it was a last minute call from my agent and they were holding callbacks. Anyway, i have another tomorrow for Blue cross/blue shield, just a regional deal but that’s cool. I’m on the train today and maybe it’s just me but I can’t stand these boneheads with lame ringtones on their cell phones and they let it ring for five or six times so everyone can hear what goof they are. Then, they talk about nothing as loud as they can! OK, rant over, gotta make dindin....now my stomachs not happy with me. Have fun and don’t panic! G-