Author: cfblack
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haiku for an ADHD partner
stand at open door look for one more thing to do lateness becomes you 8-5-22
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Blue coffee cup
Before deep shadows grow into bright my blue coffee cup and I go for a walk. Red breasted robin lands at my feet, ambles forward on spindly legs in front of me. I veer left towards the pond; it rises up and flies off to my right. Birds don’t talk human and I don’t tweet…
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White shadow dancers
When you first learned of World War II and the cost of winning the war you would lie on the living room floor watch dust motes above your head shimmer in the sunlight and imagine white shadow dancers the same age as yourself traced upon the ground no longer able to dance. 8-6-22 August 6th…
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small town Norma Jean
I have a friend with a body electric Curves geometry theorems cannot define She wants to be famous And once acted in a vanity film, The director and his band of mighty men Covered in fake gore She gets calls for after hour non-speaking roles Complains when her body is all he sees Falls asleep…
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‘Why Corporate America Can’t Fill Job Slots’
or ‘Post-COVID Management 101’ ================================== He checks his computer, Makes sure all the metrics Are met, Gets up to walk Past rows of cubicles Filled with loyal subjects, He likes the sound of laughter When he tells a joke, Their nods of subservience, And goes back to his cubicle, Muttering under his breath, “It’s good…
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night sounds
I am a thought of the green frog that hides in a tree in our front yard calling out come find me 8-7-22
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Tanka for a hot summer night
sitting on the porch frogs call cadence in the dark possum waddles by neighbor’s grey cat cuts through yard late summer firefly ignites 8-7-22
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next week
All his life He imagined himself A great painter And swore He will start painting Next week Sixty years later He imagines himself Having his first retrospective At a famous New York gallery Aspiring young thespians Serve cheap wine And fancy finger food Last night He woke up Stressing That he still hadn’t Started the…
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Cora Lee
On First Thursday evenings I imagine you standing in robe and slippers staring down into a cluttered living room Before you passed into a diabetic coma landing all bruised and broken at the bottom of a rising stair 8-8-22
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summer rain
Low rumble Distant thunder Light rain Sun out Somewhere There’s a rainbow Go out And see
My husband's poetry 