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Hiding to be found

Mar 11, 2020

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in abuse, Family, for someone else, grief

She ran away left a husband and two boys Said nothing, didn’t leave a note She called her parents’ house once asked to talk with her dad Her mother cussed her out and said don’t call again Her brother’s seen her a couple times she asked about her dad and sons She didn’t make her…

For E.M. Forster

Mar 10, 2020

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cfblack

in for another poet, irony, love, reading/writing

Every room has a view even if it’s only four walls and door and appears to be a closet It doesn’t matter if you have a window or how you got in or how you go out Just know you can leave when you are ready Love does not follow norms it follows where it…

Sand Djinning

Mar 9, 2020

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cfblack

in animals, beach/ocean, spiritual

low tide stroll gulls hover for handouts … pin holes in sand pop open as you watch … ocean introverts ghost shrimp tunnel deep … ebbing tide flees a waning moon 3-9-20

23 hour day

Mar 8, 2020

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cfblack

in light, morning

I meant to walk at sunrise but daylight went without me left a gibberish note about lumens and a bank I laid back down and dreamed of vaults filled with bars of shimmering light 3-8-20

beach haiku

Mar 8, 2020

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cfblack

in beach/ocean, haiku, sun

bright sun, salty breezewhite gulls, white waves and white noiseSunday at the sea 3-8-20

Listen

Mar 7, 2020

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cfblack

in Birds, flowers, Racial & Social justice, Rewriting a fairy tale myth or legend, singing, spiritual, trees, War & Politics, wind

“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, None but ourselves can free our minds” from Redemption Song by Bob Marley Last night, you heard the wind talk among trees You heard vibrations given to the wind never die You heard old melodies that soothed a warrior king You heard his son sing descant to a shepherd boy…

Questions I ask of a chair

Mar 6, 2020

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cfblack

in Belonging / Loneliness, covid, Death & Afterlife, fear, health /doctors /hospitals, humor

Where is my friend? Did they leave? I came by for a visit, but they were gone. Are they sitting in the sun room? On a scale of one to ten, what was their pain level? Have you been following the coronavirus news? I’m more afraid of sepsis and staph infections. Why didn’t they finish…

meditations for a grey day

Mar 5, 2020

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cfblack

in acceptance, covid, daily life, for someone else

Somewhere someone is marrying birthing graduating retiring dying mourning celebrating So have a Happy, Sad, Joyous, Sorrowful, Melodramatic, Laughing, Crying, Up or Down, in a Fucking Funk Fun Day! 3-5-20 (music of Richard & Mimi Farina in background…)