Author: cfblack
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a storm
Sit on side porch listen to the dark Wind roars angrily at trees trees shake their heads and laugh Lightning rumbles like a kettle drum Rain beats ground gurgles in drain pipes Sirens complain on their way to a call Distant train wails goodbye. as it leaves for the coast Sounds of a storm racing…
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Alexander the Dead
Alexander lies abandoned no Bucephalus or Hephaestion golden shield, sword or lion cape Once he was the chosen one blood and gore – spoils of war rally the troops, the rabble and hangers on He died of a malarial fever his corpse a tourist attraction at the mouth of the Nile Now he lies in…
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Cayce river walk
In shade of an eddy where you drank children fished for brim and sunfish with a cane pole and a worm every summer you leaned a little more above the river towards the light where no trees stood I would sit at your feet watch spotted newts hide in plain sight and ask you the…
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The taste of fresh shelled walnuts
East of town along a gravel road next to a barbed wire fence a large walnut tree grew On a day ripe for playing Mom piled her kids in a ‘57’ DeSoto to pay a visit to a lonely tree We gathered up free walnuts in a burlap bag from weeds in the ditch under…
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Dream Slobber of a Napping Boomer
or, “Used Bookstore” …bargain shop of half priced books …read as is read as new …read a bio author dead …or maybe alive life eternal …in the back of a second-hand book 1-7-20
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Boomer Bovine Blues
Ziploc gladness is a plastic bag full with blueberries cool and sweet to eat while watching cable news Blue like B.B. King riffing in a club waiting for closing time and someone or anyone to take you home Milk the cows of gladness joy in a bucket – butter and cream tug the teats –…
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To a friend with a dying cat
I would tell you about a free kitten given to us when we were poor it got leukemia Cost us all kinds of money we didn’t have and the damn cat died anyway But you don’t want to hear about our expensive, free cat so I won’t tell you how Even though it was sick…
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Dressing for sleep
This morning, I read poem by a poet about the passing of her mother and the washing of her body. When my parents died the funeral home came and got them to prepare for burial It was all prepaid – just like in the ads on TV. The caskets and grave site already chosen. We…
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the chicken sandwich war
Having to watch an ad for a chicken sandwich before I could see a news report about the attack on a U.S. Military base in Kenya where four humans hated us enough to die and go to heaven – is an appetite suppressant I don’t know where all of this killing will lead us But…
