Author: cfblack
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meditation on 15th day after vaccination
The summer the world pulled in upon itself and me Unaware you watched through leaves as I sat Alone in a chair trying to make sense of whys and hows and whens Winter came I stared out at clouds as if on childhood days Gathered in a nose, lips, chin, a brow in bare branches…
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rise and kiss the bottom of the sky
owl moves from tree to tree calling to the dark pregnant possum looks both ways before it waddles into the street mockingbirds sing hallelujah chorus at 4 am woodpecker swoops low at day break cat abandons breakfast reservation blue jays dance among azaleas fish rise and kiss the bottom of the sky 4-8-21
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petal picking
Loves me Loves me not Loves me Loves me not Loves me Loves me not One petal Too few? One petal Too much? Love on a stem Scattered on ground 4-8-21
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meditations on the killing of Lorca
between the rise and fall the honk and wail of distant sirens high above the drone of ritual leaf blowing by bright vested park employees I still discern the call and response of birds chanting to the morning while on the ground looking up waiting for one of them to make a mistake a feral…
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The Burning Bush
before it bursts into flame tomorrow’s promise patiently waits upon the bush for right conditions 4-6-21
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a wall
a wall never kept a hungry animal or a fleeing deer on the other side they always find a way to go around or over or burrow underground 4-4-21
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the zen of couch surfing
two windows light and shadow I’ll sit a bit longer wait until shadows disappear open the door that leads to morning 4-3-21
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prayers in the spectrum
From the bedroom ceiling hung a Buddhist wheel on string sheer curtains, white blinds, half light, windows painted shut, stale air, no breeze, cell phone off, naked inside your head on a single bed with dirty sheets waiting for prayers to move the wheel. 4-2-21
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The rehearsal
We rehearse for a performance unaware it has begun until applause begins We don’t know, if it is for the curtain opening or closing We wait for silence to adlib the next line “A pearl doesn’t know it’s value or understand it irritated the oyster…..” before the clapping begins again 4-1-21
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the abusing vine
Before it strangles all life From the tree Cut the choking vine At the base of the trunk For a while It will remain Overhead as a reminder But in time it will fall away Dry and dead Gather it up From cold ground Pile it at the curb Let the city haul it away…
