Author: cfblack
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St. Johns wort
earth grew tired of the burden of its spin and night fell you waited in the dark for light then sat all day in shade you became thirsty trying to quantify half full or half empty emptied the glass while arguing acceptable definitions with yourself and went online to order St. John’s Wort hoping for…
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opening
She asked when I’ll restart the open mic. I said I don’t know; I’m nervous about sharing a mic in confined spaces and I’d feel responsible if I spread the virus. She said no one makes them go; they’re adults; the guilt’s on them not me. I asked if anyone is guiltless. She said she’d…
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what about dead fish?
water drowns city noise a sign says, Alligators May Live Here plastic snake, ziploc baggie small stuffed bear and pieces of driftwood on the shore turtles sunbathe on rocks long-legged birds stalk the rapid edge butterflies flit around dead fish 6-4-21
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untitled
quiet walk dawn rises water drop falls in tree litter lands one leaf bounces or was it reaching up for more 6-3-21
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Thursday’s forecast
silt brown water reflects cotton candy sky turtles line a log like fancy dinner plates on a shelf tree frogs drone bull frogs play tympany birds sing hallelujah to the sun two green anoles court on wet fence rail forecast is for drizzle with prolonged periods of calm 6-3-21
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Enigmatic man II
it’s been most of a year since Enigmatic Man roamed our streets picked through trash saved treasures before city trucks come to carry it away vacant stare sulk of shoulders shuffled gait world on his back and under feet 5-28-21
