Author: cfblack
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Carolina wrens
An unruly mob of squirrels used to hold rallies in our yard but not for a while Maybe, it’s because of autumn or maybe, the feral cats or maybe, because I raked the pine cones in a pile the city carried away But I’m okay with that because Carolina wrens have moved in One sits…
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Sing
After dark you begin singing descants in the trees Cicadas cocoon in burrows, await future summer casting calls I lie awake in the middle of the night and still you sing In pre-dawn dark, I celebrate your will to live your song of life Forage careful or you may become a silk wrapped spider larder…
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Writing a Poem in Time of Election Debate
cellulose fillet mycelium feast beauty lies down with a corpse hot tea in blue cup waits for rain upon stump (posting tomorrow’s poem an hour early) 9-29-20
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a walk at dusk
yellow rose western sky in the East Aegean blue long shadow walk I heard the day before an old friend’s wife transitioned her name was Rose blue sky morning transitions to rain 9-28-20 (for my childhood friend, Chuck Shannon)
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for Duane
What ever happened to the boy in school With pop bottle lens Who couldn’t play like other boys at recess Who didn’t stand and fight Or wrestle his tormentors; I was a tormentor I didn’t know at the time I was, but I was gifted at making cutting remarks Disguised as humor to make Classmates…
