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title: The Single Minded Focus

date: December 5th, 2013

It went away I had to make friends with ambiguity smell the roses and wait

The waiting is almost over now and it came back yesterday

It crept in I lost time and forgot it's tenacity metal music marching along

The waiting is almost over now and it came back

Now we are of one mind

title: Seattle

date: December 5th, 2013

Walking the hills of Seattle many of the people are so much better dressed, I feel like a country boy even though I'm not.

Smelling the air from Puget Sound I remember that Seattle was a country boy too. All of these well dressed people are as out of place as I am.

title: Fishing

date: December 1st, 2013

I went fishing with my Mom because I learned to fish from her. The rivers of Ohio with white bass and trout.

Yesterday the wind whipped around us, but the rain held off. Only a few bites and no fish to hand.

I asked her if she took me fishing because she was worried about me.

She said, no, because you're the only one crazy enough to fish with me on a day like this.

title: My Ax

date: November 28, 2013

A purpose of the ax, sliding against long sticks of cedar, before making the fire, edge blunted that tasted concrete clumsiness.

Idle file in the toolbox knows steel and sharpness, strongly grooved, confident.

Seldom they meet, until a bird needs readied for the table, then compassion is in the sound of their embrace.

title: The House in Valley

date: November 27, 2013

I recall growing up and visiting the house in Valley. Fields my Grandpa planted. The crowing of chickens. The sweet air far from town. Walking with my Dad, tracking deer through a fresh November snow.