Yella dawg's litter mates

                                                    The mystery of the green ball

To have or to have not

to worry about 
that which we do not have
is to waste 
that which we do have. . .

Headfire

                                                                        DYLAN

Kilgore to Longview

joyous morning
of a warm winter day
under charcoal skies
now tinged by gray

i feel discomfort
will soon disappear
then into this time
of a smooth rolling year

I imagine myself
in high soaring flight
tethered only by will
held in a grip ever tight

the rambling road
is a ribbon of blue
and the sky is collapsing
i believe into you

heroes ahead of me 
and runners below
and how has time gone
and how will it now go.

March 21, 1993