Just a the floppy-eared boy and the donkey all floppy parts

Flopped and listened and heard as one the bright starsong

Just as four floppy ears danced down the wires to their hearts

With the brushing of angle wings foretold from time so long,

There stamped the squat figure of Stump Woman with no carts

Nor bearing no berries nor nectar to keep strong.


“Oh, Stump Woman, why leave your rest, your roots, your vale

“To stamp wobbly out here with us on the path to you-know-not-what

“When all we ask of you is to root right down for sitting while a tale

“Winds down the funneling floppy ears, singing the heart-wires of this and that

“Why uproot your old skirt to drag in this dust scarce settled after hoof rail

“Plodding the way to a place where you surely could not find a rest mat?”


“Oh, Flopping Eared Boy and Like-Eared Donkey, knew you not,

“Knew you not, I was pulled from taps into earth by most queer gust

“Indeed, lust of winds seeking shaken light from far away cot,

“So they whistled to me, swirling me up and out and to you in trust,

“That you heard the One True Tap Way in funneling ears to swot,

“Away all buzzings and fuzzings from my lowly branches, stripping the crust.”


“So, Stump Woman, we see you now all stripped and gleaming,

“So we hear your beaming, welcome your stamping between we two,

“So we hear from the brightest star a message fresh streaming,

“So new is the beaming of this joining on the road, a new crew,

“So now we are three all flopping and stamping, so newly steaming,

“With heated heart-wires and whittled stump sides to hear true.”


So the Floppy-Eared Boy and the Floppy-Eared Donkey listened in trod

Along a dusty path around hill and rock centered by Stump Woman in stamp

So the Boy and the Donkey and the Stump Woman flopped in nod

To the rhythm of the stars and the wings and the sway of loaded clamp

Of young girl’s mystery infilled leaning unheard by flopped ears or stamped clod

For the load of the donkey could not be seen by ears or stamping root in dewy damp.


NOTE:  On stamped and flopped the three new friends not seeing, only listening.














Unraveling threads caught together rewind the road


This mystery road unwinding up the last dark hill

we may ever see searching each other


Unraveling thread fading in old pale leaves

torn from favorite books under gaunt trees

Blown beside an opening that never heaves

Up a path best seen in winter’s dark screes


Unwinding way tangled under twisted threads

sticking out of places near our centers

Pulling and releasing in alteration of our dreads

tangling our lost way with trailing glinters

Rocky pointers to the next bend crossed by breads

crumbed to feed us to crossed unwound centers


We are unwinding back towards a place

found by crossing fibers from each

To lay a dimly sparkling climb to trace

a just found map to that souly peaceful beach


The unraveling thread leaves enough fiber

from me to you in sand pushing new hills.


Unwinding thread brightening stumped toes

rolling on towards pointed lights

Unwinding thread tightening the center woes

filling our centers forgetting slights


Knotting threads wound back through wounds

filling with time’s sands to rest on a higher hill


Unwinding threads on winding paths winding heartstrings into a climbing song.














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