Author: cfblack
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dead limb
at some point a dead limb that hung caught In branches above the road fell it must’ve been while we were gone and the city hauled it away 4-1-21
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haiku while sitting outside sipping ginger/mint tea
a breeze blew a pen and a pad off of a ledge they lay uncomposed 4-1-21
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Lessons learned at the foot of a tree
lie down at the feet of a tree look up there are many possible ways to ascend 4-1-21
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Certitude
the Sun does not ride a chariot across the sky neither does it go down or up you and I spin towards night spin back and call it morning it never left we turned away do not blame the Sun for our recitations of illusion our dizzy spinning away and back back and away, again…
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wet paint
Before rain comes to fill my ears with neighborhood gossip, I gathered yard debris, admired the blooming azaleas, the last blood red camellia, I plan to sit outside on the porch, attempt, once more, to hack recursive algorithms, fractal Pollack patterns petals drip in homage on moss or maybe, I’ll take a nap. 3-31-21
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Lob lolly lament
Thursday I gathered pine cones from our yard Sunday a storm blew in and shook the trees Monday I will gather pine cones from our yard…..again 3-29-21
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Beatitudes
Blessed is the morning Blessed is the coffee Blessed is the sun before the rain Blessed are the birds that dampen the traffic noise Blessed is the train that wails and the siren song that fades Blessed is the drone of the plane that stays aloft Blessed are the dog walkers, the couples, the skateboarders,…
