Sierra by Bruce Michael Foley

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Sierra

say what you care to
about high desert winds, howling
cold the nights down from Sierra Nevada,

coyote basking in blue moonlight

mine is the thrill
of symphonic gusts at play,
high pitched, whistling through a window crack.

Aya’s wind chimes
jingle and jangle just like drummer, Ginger Baker
eyes stoned closed, tapping his cymbals
grateful bygone days of Jack Bruce, Clapton
at the Crossroads, heavy on the Cream,

loosed, the wooden gate, laying down percussion bass
with every surge of breath sky, yes
I’m high,

you would be too, and

I’m not sucking sand, no Sir,
my mouth is open to sing these blustery praises.
Here, we cool cats are bad hombres, outlaws
to all that is uptight,

laid back, laughing
and enjoying the show.

indexI was born across the bridge from Boston, Massachusetts, in Cambridge, as July 4th fireworks exploded over the Charles River, just a stone’s throw from Harvard University. At age two, my family moved to Somerville, Ma.,where I was raised in a rough blue-collar environment, playing many sports. In 1998 I relocated to Las Vegas, Nevada. Here, I work among special needs children and teach martial arts. Poetry began in high school, but took off in a more dedicated way in later years, along with resuming music studies, guitar. My poems are published in various anthologies; including Impressions, Prism, and the Mighty Voices Of Thunder Series, sponsored by the international poetry website, “Allpoetry.” I was a featured poet in Lyrical Somerville February 2015, a Boston based publication, as well as being an “Editor’s Front Page Pick,” for the month of March 2016 on Allpoetry. A defining moment that contributed significantly to further interest in writing was a First Place Award from the International Poetry Fellowship, for my poem, “Among Fields of Cotton.” Presently, I am happy to have the opportunity to explore various forms of poetry with Mr. Bruce Isaacson, Poet Laureate of Clark County Nevada.

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