Robyn's Stone Turkey

copin pokin smokin
into the sky
wonderin where that rock bird
stole from the wampanoags
hustled up onto some Maine hilltop
was found
how and where the time was so
as to meet the hand of a digger.

A friend of a friend dies - HANGIN

people dyin
endless cryin
friends gone awry
wonderin why.

ponderous times
wandering lines
monstrous chimes
empty rhymes
of red and green

too lost roasted and toasted tonight
to think about the snowfall
let it all pile up outside
the nights a prancin with sparkle
the white out the window lightens up the sky
with the ancient cry
lighten up your try
let it fly
struggle down the line
totally out of time
eased into a pleasant time
with a song out of rhyme
a steady path to the plow
never wondering how
but to live and bow
to the aimless cow
sit around down on the firma
soak up the easy karma
nibble in the rest.
walk through a pleasant world
with eyes to the sky
never wonderin why.