Tag Archives: The Trail

Doors

    My preference: leave the door open.   Chuy

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Pinnacle

    Remember these Tiger Lilies, This thick underbrush, This hazy morning. This Pinnacle Day. -Chuy      

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Reality

  Haven’t you learned this already? Those things are not real. The trees, the rain, this trail, me. These are real. Ditch that other stuff.   -Chuy

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Waiting Game

  I watched you push your painted, half-filled heart up the hill, Place it on a staff and wave it high For all to see.   I saw you stumble when tragedy rent your days Like sails in the hurricane, … Continue reading

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The Lost Time

  It makes me want to cry, thinking of her, all those years, born and growing in the wrong place. How could we have known? As we walked our trails in sun and wind, rain and snow, light and dark. … Continue reading

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Stay

  Let’s stay here. At this intimately familiar bend in the trail. Beneath these trees we know by name.   We are not compelled to move. There is no war or fire or calamity or threat that coerces us to … Continue reading

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Boundless

    We must always be bound somewhere. Bound for adventure or bound for glory. In the great wide world, Your own back yard, Your mind and spirit. We must always be bound for somewhere, Otherwise, we are simply Bound. … Continue reading

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