I think my favorite song by Mickey Newbury is the 3/4 tempo ballad, "The Future's Not What It Used to Be"
Anyway, here's a reading/video of a revised poem of mine posted a few years ago:
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Monday, August 31, 2020
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Classy Sun
All that light today. So generous
of the sun, the only one.
The shape of objects could be known
without touching them: often helpful
A crow poked at a bone,
which shone pearly gray.
I was witness to this and other
tableaux, as sunfalls
poured down and down
and the sun gave as much
of itself as it could. It is
a dedicated, hard-working star.
I waved my appreciation.
The sun acknowledged this
by splashing some light
on my hand. Classy.
hans ostrom 2020
of the sun, the only one.
The shape of objects could be known
without touching them: often helpful
A crow poked at a bone,
which shone pearly gray.
I was witness to this and other
tableaux, as sunfalls
poured down and down
and the sun gave as much
of itself as it could. It is
a dedicated, hard-working star.
I waved my appreciation.
The sun acknowledged this
by splashing some light
on my hand. Classy.
hans ostrom 2020
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