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Too Crowded

Audio Recordings, Cowboy Poetry, Ranch Life, Travel / August 13, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

My folks took some time off in the sixties
from their Saskatchewan ranching and
traveled down through South Texas

One day they stopped to talk to an
old cowboy sittin and a wittlin
on a rickety ranch porch

When he found out where they were from he said
“Say – do you know a man up there
by the name of Bill Prior?”

They said “Yes, he’s an old bachelor who lives up
past our north pasture, why do you ask?”

“Well” he said, “about 1928 Bill and I are out
lookin for some strays when we see another rider
coming over the furthest hill”

Bill said to me, “It’s gettin too damn crowded
down here, I’m heading for Canada”

“He turned his horse North and I haven’t
seen him since”

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Inner Critic on Holiday

Travel / August 5, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

You will get lost in Paris
it is not your fault, it was planned that way

You may find it unforgivably gauche
not to know the left bank from the right

Let it go

It is not necessary to criticize oneself here
they have waiters for that purpose

And looking out, not in
you may stumble Americanly
upon Marie’s little side street shop
with bread as new as the cheese is old
and a three dollar wine to bridge them

or catch a brief glimpse of that seriously happy young man
pedaling down the very center of the Champs d’Elysee
one foot and a base fiddle resting on his skateboard

Ursa Erectus

Nature, Travel / July 26, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Just outside the park
bear black as east slope coal
stands cub curious as we

The bright blue car goes by
he blinks an eye phone pic

Tells friends
“You had to be there”

Image by skeeze from Pixabay

Leaving Town

Audio Recordings, Relationships, Travel / July 24, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

With the last house at your back
and the last dog in the last yard
tired of barking

Still standing and still staring
at a line posing as horizon

The warmth and wounds of love
drying in the wind

Knowing that the world
is indeed flat
that you are only one
step from the edge
and that you will
fall off

Breakfast at the Chateau Lake Louise

Nature, Travel / tagged Rocky Mountains / July 22, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

The sun strikes early
on Mount Victoria
waking diamonds
in the old monarch’s crown
washing softly
down her ermine covered shoulders

While surrounding peaks
in playful disrespect
throw hand puppets
of bears and wolves
across her lower skirts

Marilyn in the Mountains

Nostalgia, Travel / July 21, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Sixty years after
the release of the film
returning again to
The River of No Return

Stepping again in a river
that you can’t step in twice
sleeping again in a cabin
by the cabin where you slept

Listening again to the rapids
that run over the same rocks
and still chew at the roots
of the same bent tree

Listening for the whispers
of the words
you went away without saying
the words
we are all still waiting to hear

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Road Trip

Relationships, Travel / July 12, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

There is a stretch
in the long loping hills of Montana
where the laws of speed and time are not enforced

Where over every hill there’s another hill
that far to the bottom
and that far up the other side

A-sail, a-sail on an earth-rocked ship
two thousand feet above an ancient sea

Wheels endlessly humming
to the radio’s timeless tunes

Suspended forever midway
between those you’re running to
and those you’re running from

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Travel

Travel / June 7, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Packing
again in a place I love
for a place that I might like

Taurus roots
crab-grass to the ground

Each tearing tendril cursing
and wanting if it could
to kick
whoever made this bucket list

Still Missing

Travel / tagged Ontario / June 2, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Still missing Georgian Bay Every day farther away

Missing Georgian Bay

Nature, Travel / tagged Ontario / May 31, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Missing Georgian Bay
With its many shades of grey
And a million years a day

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