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David E. Howerton (email)

 

About the Poet:

David is a part time programmer and lives in the American River Canyon outside of Auburn CA. He has done some landscaping, sign painting, cooking, and made jewelry to pay the bills. He lives a rather quiet life with his wife and his bossy cat. He has three adult daughters and one granddaughter. His hobbies include type design, soapstone carving, walks in the woods, collecting dragons, and a growing library of Science Fiction

 

 

library book sale day
 
Hey it's first Wednesday
of a new month
time to spend morning
at library book sale.
Have no idea
what you'll find
though I'm sure
you'll enjoy.
Maybe there won't be much
only a book or two
more likely you'll
pickup two or more dozen
you didn't even know you wanted.
Some months
there might be that one
you signed
as a gift
for a friend
now long dead.
Now it's come home.
 

listening to wind and walking
 
Sounds of wind
blowing in rain soaked
digger pines
harmonizes well
with traffic.
If don't miss
to many days
walking enjoyable,
listening
to wind
blowing through
rain soaked leaves.
 
 
Paper Rainbow
 
Barking laughter
scribbled messages
on colored papers
folded into airplanes
tossed from bridges.
Watch rainbows spread
intermingle
disperse
and crash
on
rocks
below.
Enough pleasure in watching
you almost wish
you'd remembered your camera.
Back to laughing like an idiot
no one's close enough to hear.
Fold another dozen sheets
just to see a paper rainbow
flutter from bridge
past old mud slides
 
to pale summer river.
If you're lucky someone
by the water will have
a camera
to catch a rainbow
falling.
 
 
paperback realities
 
counters laden
dusty books
faded covers
search those
wanted
a few from
decades past
that remind how
grand they were
embracing
whole worlds
through adventure
in paperbacks
 
 
It's almost wasted
 
Do it, watch
colored pieces
of torn paper
flutter from
dirt crusted fingers.
Drift into street
stick to bumpers
and tires.
Being blown
up unto benches
where tired youth
have no clue.