Silver haired foxes
shuffle through the redwood compound
high in the valley of the harvest moon,
where the ancients gaze down and laugh quietly
when the wind whispers.
You can see the ocean from here.
Stars in the sky, stars on the wall,
broken arrows, broken numbers,
shiny plates of gold,
chronicles of memories
everywhere you look.
From here to there and back again.
Chief Coonscar rode the big one
until his bus got stuck in the mud,
he's been here ever since,
a junkie for mayonnaise and salt
and how he loves them farm-fresh eggs.
Pep pills are not our policy.
Deep within the inner-circle
family and friends
spin dusty antique whirling machines
capturing magic in warm caves
so some might speak and cross the bridge of silence.
Nice work if you can get it.
So this is what what the money built
after the gold rush - Tranquility Base,
with every note
of every song
in boxes on the shelf.
You would too if you could.
Ken Owen, La Honda, CA, January 2013
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