Author: cfblack
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You are HERE
Two strangers stand beside each other in a Welcome Center lobby map of roads with an X declaring, YOU ARE HERE –> Where is HERE? One is trying to decipher a way from this X to the next X; the other is waiting on their wife to pee 4-29-21
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untitled Ridvan poem
in the deepest trench of the ocean drops that once fell upon the tops of the highest mountains still retain memories of the sun 4-28-21 (Today is the Baha’i holy day, The 9th Day of Ridvan and during prayer this came to me.)
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feral cat side yard video game haikus
Level One – in yard Black Tail stalks bright blue feathers Jay Bird flits away Level Two – on wall Black tail leaps at feathered toosh Crashes upon the ground Level Three – up tree Resident Evil climbs slow Bird flees – Game Over 4-27-21
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haiku morning sun
Morning sun through hazeBefore day’s heat arrivesWater your flowers 4-27-21
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Queuing at the Door, or, A Prayer for Bob Hinkle
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1) Fold your hands, bow your head, Shut your eyes and pray I would try, but no one said how to pray Just how to act like praying I wanted to know where to go, how many Steps to take, how many doors to open 2) Dad would get angry, If you cheated and opened…
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Seeking a Talking Bush in a Forest Fire
Thirty-five hundred years from now When no one writes in stone And COVID 19 is just one of many plagues Vaccination cards nailed above doors Of immigrant internment camps Who will edit facts that do not fit Purge first-hand accounts to make it holy Provide the name of a trust fund princess Who didn’t want…
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reading an erasure poem
Once You told me, A good poem Has spaces Between Words For a reader To co-create You fashioned A love poem By erasing Words From prose And asked If I’d refill The spaces I told you, No, because I knew I would Self-edit And I didn’t Want to start Our friendship With a lie 4-23-21
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lazy day haiku
windy afternoon silent shadows dance on blinds leaf hands up applause 4-21-21
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Holding Space in Time of COVID
alone ~ pastel painted room stand ~ in front ~ interactive mirror Lululemon ~ formal attire strike ~ yoga pose 4-21-21
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Poem Inspired when Driving in the Far Left Lane and Needing to Be in the Far Right Lane And Remembering You were Going to Buy Your Wife a Large Pike Blend During Heavy Morning Traffic
Shit, damn it – get off my ass Don’t you see my turn signal? (Nod your head, wave thank you) To the driver who let you slide over one lane Shit, damn it – you didn’t get over enough Drive past your turn (Nod your head, wave thank you) To the driver who let you…
