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In the Beginning

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The very Beginning Began with a Bang

And in the Blink of an Eye

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillion events

Occurred.

The final tear eroded

The Eternal Inner Cry as

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillion events

Revealed

The perpetual Smile of

Quiet, Indulgent Love.

And as We began for

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillionth time

It was Love at First Light.

The very Beginning Began with a Bang

The very Beginning

Began

With

A Big,

Big

Bang

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A MAN OF FEW WORDS

Lee in Paradise

 

A MAN OF FEW WORDS


He lived Love but never spoke of it.

He was impossibly complex, subtle yet obvious, impossible to describe due to what?

His peculiar sort of mediocrity ?

The aloof quality which was ever-present, whether shopping for a new automobile or when he in his most raggedy attire was on his hands and knees, all brown: I say all brown and dirty, playing marbles with his sons.

But one could always depend on him to use only whatever words were necessary to say whatever it was he had to say.

Oh yes.

His name was Dixie.

He was my Father.

I called him Lovey.

WHEN COWS FLY (DID I GET THAT RIGHT?)

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WHEN COWS FLY (DID I GET THAT RIGHT?)

When birds fly, when ants forage, when religions are born, when governments collapse, there is a principle involved; it has nothing to do with education, intelligence, with social history or for that matter, any noticeable measure of sanity. It is present in all group activity. It requires only the most basic instinctual fragment of decision-making. The leader of the pack “says” North, South, East or West. The pack members notice only the constituent to the left or the right and follow the observed movements. With starlings it is called murmeration. With cattle it is hanging out with the herd. With bees it is buzzin’ aroun’with yer buddies and with people it is the nod of a hundred heads to the command “Let’s get’er done.”

WHO AM I?

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Who am I,

He wondered at ten

And who will I become

Will I be famous

For what he bethought

Will I still be My Father’s Son,

And why am I here by this bubbly brook

With a squirrel and larks nearby

He mulled and decided

If asked oft enough

That one day

He’d surely know why.

He flew the coop they’ll

One day say

He flew

After

Waving

Goodbye.

We thought we saw him

Up high in the clouds

He flew and

He flew and on

He flew.

He flew

After

Waving

Goodbye,

To return

In the

Nigh and nigh.

By Lee Broom

MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

 

   Lee_Broom

MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointy toe
The other a moc
I noticed as I sat down.

I remembered a time
In Pershing Square
An orator holding his own
The end is nigh
Beware my friends
Repent before heading Home

Is he right I wondered
My shoes don’t match
I’d found them a moment ago
I repented not
They felt warm and snug
I left them on my toes.

My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointed toe
The other a moc
Each slipped over
A woolen sock
The time was passing
Tickety tock
A smile replacing a frown;

I have another pair just like these
And they are my very own.

CRUMBS
CH SIX
Lee Broom.