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Unshackled

From my phone machine,
Two-L Willson spoke pleasure,
thanking me for suggesting
he Google “padlock parts.”
With a few strokes he teased forth
a reluctant key word
to turn a recently crafted
lament.
Though it’s charming when a shapely
word leaps to caress us, sometimes
it must be sought and wooed.
A true word Romeo stops at nothing,
however mad, bad, or dangerous
the seduction.
Brother Two-L,
you are
welcome.

View Point

We climb the Townsend Creek trail
through rock and misted colors
of aster, lupine, paintbrush.
High on a grassy bench we rest.
Ariel, a year and a half old,
wrapped in lambskin
she calls Fuzzy,
speaks out loud to no one,
The clouds are the mountain’s
Fuzzy.
(No. 88 in a series of responses to Han-shan’s Songs of Cold Mountain)