The Lost Days
We are casualties
of the season,
like onions and potatoes
sequestered in the damp
cellar recesses.
Instead of kisses
we sniffle at each other
and sit confined
to a cough and a sneeze, lethargic
as cats. Projects
sit dormant
and scattered
’til Spring.
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There’s a blizzard wielding a mighty blow in the North. It is getting cold in the Governor’s office in Minneapolis. The shape-shifters are out in force, they are slipping on the ice and their own tongues.
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It’s been a real snow job. Lots of fog with silhouettes in the mist. A game of tic tac toe in the sky. Huge grants and fame for scientists who think they’re God. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________Richard Rensberry, Author of “Bigfoot Blueprint”
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PEACH PIE
by Conversations With Sasquatch Author Richard Rensberry
The Sasquatch children
bring me peaches
ripe and warmed by the sun.
They bring rain water,
nasturtiums and honey comb.
They leave me a stone
rolling pin, a hollowed stump
with ground kenaf flour
and a huge carved bowl
for mixing fruit,
cinnamon, and cloves.
I heat my stove
to three hundred fifty degrees;
crack an egg of quail
and glaze the crust; then
clove and cinnamon dust
the honied peaches. I bake
and whip fresh sweet cream.
Done, I set the steaming pie
on the kitchen sill to cool. Patiently
I wait for their little feet. I can hear them
whisper as the porch boards creak,
then a giggle and a hand
reaches up
to steal my heart.
7/23/21 Richard Rensberry
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Many gifts from the Sasquatch come,
and this is a thumb stone.
It is something to think on
and a measure of patience.
It is a vessel that carries
the beauty of trust, first in oneself
and then in another. It is a guide
from the dark to the light.
Richard Rensberry author at https://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com
