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Booth 7

The booth on the end
At the end of an era
Though the sign is clearly seen
Not one here can read the signs.

“A coffee for your thoughts?
It could be your last.”

“Here, we’ll wait on your again
As we look on upon the end
And wait ourselves.”

© Jeremiah Dowling 2017


The Forest

The grass grows as it
Always does
Hiding forgotten species.
We lay and rummage
Through the fray
Taking hold of
Crimson treasures – ripe and surging.

The pallet drips from
Wildflowers, as
Dandelions replant themselves.
Moments perceived meld
To our memories
By a process
Familiar and un-mysterious.

Stretched between horizons
We drift toward
Sleep. Eyes close beneath the
Eastern sun as we
Pan like sifters
For its rays.
The unknown sprouts the unseen.

The territory
Has changed
Saplings, broken through the soil,
Have scaled the emptiness
With the shadow
Of the forest
Our future has risen around us.

As our minds awake
Twisted limbs
Intersect with reality
And tangled roots stabilize
The surface
Of a maturing world
We have failed to recognize.

Yet it all feels
Speckled birch and furrowed oak
Stand, as if we knew they would,
Like wayward Ents
Weary from battle
Who have found their rest among us.

A bed of moss
And a fusion
Of openness and obscurity
Have become our home. Bounded
By a stone row
We take up ownership
Of the bond within the bramble.

© Jeremiah Dowling 2017

Hour 5

9:20: Around the Park
9:21: A Tiny Grip
9:22: Sekonda
9:23:The Jazz Age
9:24: Sips
9:25: Under Construction
9:26: Unexpected Worries
9:27: Newspaper Ink
9:28: A Covered Moon
9:29: 7 1/2 Inches
9:30: Beardless
9:31: An Orchard
9:32: Patches of Oranges
9:33: An October Snowflake
9:34: New Intimacy
9:35: Thumbtack Reflectors
9:36: A Parchment Lens
9:37: Follow-up
9:38: A Broken Bowl
9:39: Two Tables
9:40: Uncorked
9:41: Missing Lights
9:42: A Future Friend
9:43: Constant Alarms
9:44: Sound Effects
9:45: Uncovered Fears
9:46: A Toppling Tree
9:47: Points of Beauty
9:48: 60 Degrees
9:49: An Abnormal Bump
9:50: A Wooden Sled
9:51: Winter Splashes
9:52: Nothing but White
9:53: ‘Baldy’
9:54: ‘The Seven Samurai’
9:55: Remembered Moments
9:56: ‘The Fire Escape’
9:57: Homemade Hearts
9:58: Cooking in Tandem
9:59: Capsized
10:00: Learning to Move
10:01: ‘The Crooked Garden’
10:02: Relocation
10:03: Booth Alterations
10:04: The End of the Dock
10:05: A Honey Dipper
10:06: On the Run
10:07: Timeless
10:08: Virginia Sidewalks
10:09: Re-hosted
10:10: Sudden Strides
10:11: A Crowded Cabin
10:12: A Floating Tennis Ball
10:13: 48 Milestones
10:14: Caught and Cooked
10:15: A Snakeskin
10:16: Constellations
10:17: A Red Oak Crib
10:18: Sailboats and Sleep
10:19: A Laughing Horse

* I wrote this poem on August 22nd, 2016 from 9:20pm-10:19pm…
it is the 5th part of a series of poems I am writing every year for 24 years *

© Jeremiah Dowling 2016


Shadows on the snow
Darken perfection
And draw our eye
To the light

© Jeremiah Dowling 2016

The Inner Self

A child came knocking:
“Hello? Are you there?”
The man inside listened,
“I think I am here.”
He thought so hard he
Opened both mouth and door.

There stood the child
“Can you see who I am?”
The man looked intently,
“I’m not sure I can.”
An outstretched hand
Conveyed him to move.

Snow swirled around them;
“Find joy in the cold.”
A blizzard of beauty;
“There is hope for the old!”
A distant memory
Brought a tear to the eye.

© Jeremiah Dowling 2016

Hour: 4

7:20: An Unusual Catch
7:21: Gathered Around
7:22: Anniversary Aches
7:23: A Forgotten Speech
7:24: ‘The Rumbling Bridge’
7:25: Biscuit Joints
7:26: Boardwalks
7:27: Nib and Quill
7:28: A Ballerina
7:29: Dinosaur Date Night
7:30: Wagon Rides
7:31: Films
7:32: Overheated
7:33: ‘The Shaker of the Birches’
7:34: ‘Road Closed’
7:35: ‘Autunno Alluvione’
7:36: A Sportsman
7:37: ‘The Plot’
7:38: 28 Candles
7:39: Two Directions
7:40: Pitched
7:41: Making Room
7:42: A Battlefield
7:43: Fortune Cookies
7:44: A Normal Year
7:45: Nervousness
7:46: A Leather Boot
7:47: A Moving Image
7:48: Cribbage
7:49: Unexpected Snow
7:50: ‘The Woods in the Middle’
7:51: Bonfire Fuel
7:52: ‘In my Pocket’
7:53: Chills and Sunshine
7:54: Local Tourists
7:55: ‘Entventure’
7:56: Sand Dunes
7:57: The Wild West
7:58: 9,735 Feet
7:59: A Buffalo Burger
8:00: Cartoon Cinema
8:01: 10 Postcards
8:02: Spina Bifida
8:03: ‘Hobbes Arlington’
8:04: One Game Short
8:05: A Day Together
8:06: Tests and Consent
8:07: A Duet
8:08: Fetal Surgery
8:09: Our Summer Home
8:10: ‘Joy’ and ‘Sadness’
8:11: Themes
8:12: Statues
8:13: A Sycamore Stroll
8:14: ‘Blackberry Eclipse’
8:15: A Train and a Sailboat
8:16: Cheesesteaks
8:17: Urban Produce
8:18: Popcorn, No Movie
8:19: Tiny Bricks

© Jeremiah Dowling 2015

‘Bright Fame’

I had seen you dimly
Through a lens
Like raging stars
In a telescope,
But I knew you not.

I caught your flicker
– For a moment –
Stretched thin across
The cold black,
But I could not feel your warmth.

For you were the murmur
Of a story spoken
Lightyears from expectant hope.

You were beyond us
A speck in the milky way
Burning brighter everyday.

And then you came:
An astroid in the atmosphere
With soft cries,
A gentle touch,
And unmistakeable wonder.

© Jeremiah Dowling 2015

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