Author: cfblack
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Bob’s Reggae kind of morning
Last night’s rain drops Drip from trees Rhythms birds sing Not taught in school Water strums on leaves A knowing back beat “Cause every little thing Is gonna be alright” 9-25-20
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beside distilled water
because our kitchen is too small because we do not have counter space for one of those filtration units that extract death from city water we religiously recycle plastic bottles in a blue plastic barrel the city provides when I exercise, I sweat profusely sit on the porch and guzzle store bought water through a…
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Meditation
This daily practice This writing everyday This recitation of thoughts memories, dreams and reflections This turning on the coffee This music of whirling blender This making a mess so I may straighten up my morning This washing of dishes This cleaning the blender This wiping of counters before I step out on the porch greet…
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The caressing bow
in fresh mown grass she stood outside the hospice window bow caressed violin _____ on the other side music embraced her mother kissed her cheek and said goodbye 9-23-20
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Not if, but when
too intent on not dying we do not live death examine etchings on walls of passage gouges and scratches on exit door frame stop, carve your initials with X’s and O’s turn the handle and pass through 9-22-20
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Haiku without the arbitrary 5/7/5 syllable count
green piney scrub above alluvial plain on grey stone face 9-22-20
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Wade in the Water, But Keep Your Matches Dry
Eighteen years old, we sat cross-legged in Arts Terrace grass Smoked pot and spoke of past lives Parents, teachers and preachers who told us what to think She confided that at fourteen she was born again Baptized in a fiberglass church sanctuary River Jordan Congregation watching, a choir ready to sing on cue I told…
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for Nick Vulpi
Today, we drove to mile marker 99; nothing special to see; Nothing says that last week a visitor from Canada Stopped to offer help to a young man we knew as boy What did he say and what was the reply? Simple words of kindness shared, lost in the gore Of another drunk behind the…
