Author: cfblack
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Ladle by the well
In the Great Depression, Grandpa lost the farm moved the family to town To a little house with a well in the yard between the coal shed and cellar door Momma said he hung a ladle by the well sometimes placed extra garden produce on a chair Before a cinder block room was built over…
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Monday morning
Monday morning I feel anything is possible I have an entire week ahead of me filled with goals and tasks Monday morning the New Yorker magazine comes With new poems and essays to enjoy subtle cartoons to ponder Monday morning I haven’t made a mistake all week But if I don’t put down my New…
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A rainy night haiku for our lonely quarantine
cicadas and rain tree frogs calling back and forth street lights with halos 7-6-20
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Fried hotdogs
Fried hot dogs split down the middle Yellow mustard on a plate green olives straight from the jar This is not health food or a recipe from Southern Living This is childhood memories hot summer days on the end of a fork You can savor and burp in the middle of the night 7-2-20