OSI: Limber up

In a crowd of strangers,

two cranes call

to each other;

Thin necks reaching

to see.

On finding his lady

by his side, he bows

a noble nose to bending grass

and she demurely nods

in turn.

The two flap and jump.

Tentative and tangible-

the dance of finding the one.

You have to limber up

to a lifetime together.

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OSI:Paper

Time pulps the memory of past
and bleaches it.
If I could spread it on a screen to dry,
I'd write your future there
in bright pink ink.

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A Walk in The Park

OSI: River

How We Lost It

We used to cross rivers together.
He'd go on ahead and wait.
I would follow;
my feet slipping on the smooth rock
in the rushing cold.
Then once, I looked down at my feet
and saw myself in the bent light,
where I wasn't,
but where I could be,
and something about the is
became the possible,
and I lost my footing
and found a new one
elsewhere.
He is still waiting,
some days,
but I can't get to that
grassy bank
any longer.

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The Economy

If you set up a system where there have to be winners and losers and then you rig it so that more and more people must lose, is it fair to blame the losers for their loss? Is it fair to blame the winners for winning? Be it luck or skill or hard work, somebody has to win and somebody has to lose and when you get too many angry losers, things go badly. And face it, losers tend to get angry. It's hard not to be when they see how easy life seems for the winners and there seems to be no way to turn things around.

I'm not saying people who are poor didn't make some bad decisions, but increasingly, it seems to take fewer and fewer bad decisions.

I think we can all agree that you can't pray the poor away. Things seem on track to become more and more divisive. I don't think I'm the only one who finds this scary as heck.

OSI: Language

Bourbon and Beer

We sidle up
to what we say
from edges,
and yet,
we used to
say real things.
The universe needs figuring.
I don't care about your girl
and the possibility
of love for me
is beside the point.
Explain to me the spark
of being someone else.
I'll taste the extra brown
and tell you what it's like
to open up a mouse
and see the magic of
it's parts glistening inside,
and know that each has
it's place and purpose,
and then wonder,
where is mine.

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