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First Time Bucky...



For those of you who don't know me, R. Buckminster Fuller has been a major influence in my life.


He had me when he said, 'You are a tremendous bundle of experience."


This poem was written in response to the question...


"Who was a major influence in your life? When were you introduced to him? Were you taken

with right away? If not, when?"


First Time Bucky


on a hot summer night.

when i was twelve, naked

but for my blue cutoff jeans

slit up the sides,

trailing white threads over my strong thighs,

wet from a dark water swim in the canal

that runs by the farm,

i look out to the night sky.

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cows are lowing.

the scent of manure is in the air.

i feel cooled and clean.

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my favorite star draws the attention from my gaze.

night times are always peculiar.

a home and haven for all children.

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i link dots.

build images.

wonder why some patterns have a beginning and end.

patterns alone and unto themselves.

content with the order I’ve brought to their chaos.

content with their own integrity.

content with their own bones

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“the night sky looks like a dome” I say to myself.

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Photo by Yousuf Karsh

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