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What do you know?

I did change my Avi.

It is in honor of my friend, the real "MrBuddyDoot" who has gone before me.

Rembrandt, (Mr. Buddy Doot) a handsome Rhodesian Ridgeback was in my charge for some twelve years.
Ever the consummate watchdog and friend. His athletic ability and agility were only surpassed by his love and devotion.

I miss you, Mr. Doot... "Want to go for a walk?"



glistening in the bright warm afternoon light
glazed glass giants grow
paired beneath cavernous walls of concrete
limestone and granite we make our way

yellow taxis tour the town
their drivers scour the sidewalks like hookers looking for a ride

buses bellow blue smoke
we are exhausted and make our way
for coffee

restaurateurs revel regally in their rhetoric
as street artisans in their pseudo intellectual way
pontificate the day.

street urchins and street merchants
pedaling their wears and words of woe
try to make their way

not a good day for business
no givers or takers

We turn the corner
a brisk breeze blows
funneled between buildings
focusing grit and grime

we squint and brace ourselves
against its charge
I enjoy her arms wrapped around me
her sights and sounds
Are a symphony

08 Nov 2010

F. Xavier


"Dancing in the Wind"

I feel her brush against me
As she rushes through the trees

Up hills, down streams

Fallen leaves scatter across vacant lots
Like a stylus on the arm of a turntable

She plays a repetitive muted melody
Like those left at the end of old albums

Circling in an endless loop
Muted in the soft golden glow of the setting sun
Are orange, red and brown leaves
Dancing in the Wind

Across fields of cellophane green grass
Squirrels scamper about
Hurried by long afternoon shadows

Trees fill to sound of squabbling sparrows
The remaining leaves rustle together
Shimmering like a tambourine
In the hand of the gypsy wind

Across distant fields
She stirs and sways silently
Standing in the corner of the corn
Sultry and sullen she
Signals the end of summer.

04 Oct 10
F. Xavier


Here's something for the first full day of fall 2010

"I Am Loved"

Amid the anchor and the chain
The wail and the wall

Stands the pain

Lost innocence
Long gone
From the fire and ice that comes into everyone's life

Sunshine hope and love
Radiate and guide me
Like a light in the storm
Safe and warm
Are your ways

In your arms I have found
The place that I have longed for

The nurture that sustains me
And lets me know....

That I am loved

F. Xavier 25 Sept 10

* ** * * ** * * ** * * ** * * ** * ** * * ** * * ** * * ** * * ** *

...... for All Souls Day.

"Ash Tray"

Time is enemy of both the mind and soul
Its casualty, the human spirit

Left behind in its wake…
The broken dreams and aspirations of generations
Yet from those ashes, will arise the new
Like the Phoenix from the flames

Baptized by fire and doused with tears, will come a day
For these ashes and water are elemental
And are the fabric that makes the clay from which
… A new Existence will be borne

30 Oct 09

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