time well spent

relationships

my daughters hippos

misty water


time well spent

and now we are flying in a single propeller
over the quiet black forest
cattle on the range below are looking
tiny enough they could be fiery red ants
female flight controllers flag us at lunch
into the pueblo airport for burritos

tubing rapid whitewater in snowmelt runoff
we hear the babbling voice of the river
then climbing to the spectacular peak
seeing that view from bear mountain
years before their birth I had a lovely vision
of my two little girls

Victor Pearn

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crouching near the river
a great heron captures
a fish and swallows it alive
funny how we all do
touch the lives of others
and just now as fine as mist snow begins to fall
when I have considered those who are gone
at times I have found my life has a great hole in it

an empty void
for all those that have gone before
I am here going down
the same path down an old road
meandered along these many years
and who could say if those I may have helped
to find their own path would have
done so if I had not been here

snow does not rarefy the day
I have written this poem
for you because you are important
you are not alone and you have touched my life
a green cutthroat trout leaps out of the south platte
and just now up in the air
the great blue heron lifts off into fragile flight
traveling west in the soft colors of sunset

Victor Pearn

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my daughters hippos

there are nineteen stuffed
hippos sitting on a wall
up on the wall sitting there
are nineteen stuffed hippos
I will not forget them
my blue blue retinas
will never forget them
my mature daughter now
has a purse covered by gray hippos
some are brilliant green lime
the first gray hippo she had she
hugged at bedtime that one
had four foam teeth and
she named him elvis presley

Victor Pearn

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misty water

cottontail flashing
as a bunny
sprints
along the path

oh if only I could
run this fast
beside the
misty water

Victor Pearn

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