Author: cfblack
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Worship day
On Sunday, dog walkers sleep in Mowers and blowers slumber in sheds Old man gathering sticks in his yard Watches a bike rider disappear over hill Bull frog does its best impression of Barry White Booming bird calls in woods A friend of a vegan friend with COVID, texts Can you drop almond milk off…
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Through the broken glass
You have grown tired of sickness All the news, all the fake news and Graphs spinning in fractal mazes You want to sit with friends Say hi to strangers Enjoy music and poetry in a crowded room You want to attend workshops in person See peoples’ gears grind as they respond to prompts Wander aimlessly…
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Before the cock crows 3 times
trash barrel rattles something alive inside tap the barrel nothing climbs out walk to the pond sip coffee dry still the barrel rattles something alive inside listen as it scratches up sides desperate to flee halfway home an inner voice says kindness to all means all life is sacred grab trash tongs from porch walk…
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poem for a friend
If you don’t die first grief will follow you Today, you think the lucky go first Tomorrow, you may think the lucky go last Either way death follows us all Turn around and embrace it 9-6-21
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dog walker haikus
yellow dog, brown dog black and tan, brindle or white tight, shaggy or coiffed respectful walkers stoop to gather poop in bags before they stroll on penis on a chain pit bull mix pulls him through park too proud to bag shit Chihuahua on leash acts like it’s a big, bad dog makes me laugh…
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you nod from your porch I nod while I walk this intimacy of strangers sustains us both 9-6-21
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After rain
Moss greens bright Sporangium dance in light Berries ignite the burning bush Humidity gathers on skin How many angels can sip tea On the head of a pin? Desiring reanimation And its second coming Rain drips from trees Upon the ground 9-6-26
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Style trends of a modern squirrel
White socked squirrel Did you dress in the dark this morning Grab three brown socks and one white Doesn’t your mother check you Before you leave the hutch? Chewing on a nut You sit on the fence rail Stare back in studied nonchalance Is this a fashion statement, A rebellion or do you even care?…
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Quatrains at 55 degrees
Cool, windless dawn Mist hovers over pond unwilling to leave Fish rise, kiss the bottom of sky Puckered ripples replicate to nothingness Cardinals call back and forth Squirrels churl and chase overhead Anoles and frogs are hunkered down Insects await the sun to speak I return to our yard with empty cup Sovereign lord of…
