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While I was walking in a not sunny but still 
light-filled day, I looked up and saw two large 
white stripes across the blue sky. I thought 
a plane had made them. Then I saw a plane. 
It looked too small to have made those stripes.
They were mother nature’s. I then noted more 
and counted ten, in different lengths, and widths. 
Her version of a pinstriped-suited sky. I wished 
I had a camera. They were in different levels of 
long white gauze. And, just about parallel to each 
other. I looked back at the horizon, there were 
even bigger long ones, with small cotton ball 
clouds in front, along with average longer
clouds here and there. Some were white, others 
light gray. I noted two of the short strips made 
an X. One thinner than the other, but a perfect X. 
On the way back regular clouds, had overtaken 
them. Through gauze ones, a line cloud was 
still visible, in an active yet tranquil art-filled sky.
In the just so quiet night,
below leaf filled trees
illuminated by lamp lights,
the raccoon moves quietly. 
Tree leaves move silent 
as breath can be as I sit
on a stair waiting for a friend.
I had never seen one, though 
I had heard, they were there.
It’s as if it was just another 
shadow in the peace-filled 
temperate summer night.

I would rather watch a horror or Sci-Fi movie
than read a newspaper, or watch the news on TV.
I would rather know the good manner 
among humans.
I want to see people:
killing, starving, beating, crippling each other,
abusing innocent animals for no reason—
and tell myself, “Oh, it’s just a movie.”
I would like to see humans become the highest 
order of creature they were meant to be. 
Yes, I would rather watch a horror or Sci-Fi movie
than read a newspaper, or watch the news on TV.
Your goodbye resounds everywhere I go.
    You said goodbye to me under a tree.
I was below a dark and moonless sky.
    As I walked down the tree lined avenue. 
You have said goodbye to me on the phone.
    While walking the dog and in the corner
pharmacy. Also, while having dinner.
    You said goodbye to me at the bookstore— 
you may as well have, my love. For it seems 
    you said goodbye everywhere I seem to walk. 
And I look forward to a day and time when 
    the day emerges long, and free again.