Author: cfblack
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Deep in Green
no wind cools summer robin sits on brick insects drone in trees in a pile by the curb squirrels rummage pine cones crow calls in park _____ deep in green where no one walks color trumpets over here it’s protest along the fringe emerging from shadows its beauty it’s stamina demanding to be seen 8-30-20
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Benched
F– you! Yeah, f– you! Ya wanna play basketball, instead of be with me? F– you! Explosion in the middle of the street. Bringing it to the court. Don’t know who’s right or if there’s a wrong. Basketball; dribble, dribble; dribble, dribble. F– you! Yeah, f– you! Ya wanna play basketball, instead of be with…
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Feathered corpses
Where have all the finches, sparrows and mockingbirds gone? I haven’t heard a chickadee for several days. Are cicadas too much competition; where can we go this time of year to escape insect sirens wailing? The woodpecker, wren and robin still visit, but my favorites have fled. I’d put out birdseed, if the squirrels would…
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June sweat
By the mailbox, with a little sweat, a mattock and shovel, my grandson and I put three steps in the hillside. Why it took four years to start a project that took four hours I don’t know. I look around to see what project to start next and tell myself there is no rush, because…
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air travel
humid overcast still air sound of flight landing or takeoff coming or going skyward it pulls you 8-25-20
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meditation on dying
before the rain before you settle in for the night you walk familiar streets admire mowed lawns limbs trimmed stacked along curbs waiting for the city to haul away _____ sweaty shirt sticks to back and belly trees touch arching green over quiet streets silence thrums just before cicadas roar _____ kudzu pulls roof and…
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haiku written from the comfort of my porch
no wind, steady rain sunrise coffee warms my soul homeless sleep in mud 8-23-20
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On hearing of my uncle’s death
footprints lead through dust in yard angel print arch trail ends hawk in dead pine ascend unexpectedly upward 8-23-20
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old photo
Tonight, I saw a picture of the last time we sat and talked We did not know it was our last time and that soon I’d race through the night across six states to listen to last breaths If we knew it was our last time would you have consented to a hug _____ We…
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a nickel a scoop
Hot summer on sidewalk a lost dime no one saw you pick it up Snuck bike from garage two miles to Frozen Custard a nickel a scoop You lean forward lick fast so it doesn’t drip on shirt and give you away 8-22-20
