Author: cfblack
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When it rains, it pours
To the smiling little girl with blonde pigtails all tied up in red ribbons, wearing a bright yellow dress, cute little white socks, patent-leather shoes to match her daddy’s big black umbrella and a container of salt under her arm – this morning, when skies broke open and poured on the roofs, in the yards…
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Christmas at the neighborhood salad bar
At dusk, two deer run in heavy traffic between cars to beat the rush and feast on shrubs And gaze at neighborhood displays of famous reindeer cousins pulling Santa’s sleigh If they would hang with Rudolph, traffic would’ve stopped and they could cross at the light 12-16-19
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fireside
Late last night, after two days of rain a friend came by to build a fire and talk around your new fire pit Wet wood won’t burn so you add charcoal fluid paper scraps and old cardboard Hoping a fire will catch and burn water and sap sizzle and pop flames dance and smoke rise…
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12/14
weekend roof rain rattle gutter pipe gurgle wet tire distant drone too wet for birds mantra it’s okay, go back to sleep 12-14-19
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haiku chill
cloud filtered sunlightrivulets meander through treesrainy morning chill 12-13-19 *Title from wife…
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Presidential primary races
Pawing at the starting gate waiting for the bell the snap of the gate The run to rail Huge hearts bursting hooves pounding down the stretch a race to the front Jockeys stand in stirrups one horse stumbles another one falls the pile grows Jockeys flung headlong mud hoof prints on silk blood on a…
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Insomnia
In the middle of the night it is worse – everything is quiet you feel rain on the roof smell dry leaves rustle in trees hear musty spores propagate in the yard outside your door You sit on the edge of your bed trying to calm the swirling feels that keep you awake at night…
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after the rain
This morning you don’t know whether to enjoy the blue sky reflected in the puddle of the parking lot or lament the rust colored leaves and fast food wrapper floating in the muck 12-11-19
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recurrent dream
El Greco clouds Blot Horizon Storms spawn Corkscrew to ground Watch from hill Intoxicated Wait your turn Spin in sky Cloud risen 12-10-19
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Tattoo Dream
Sitting alone A corner table It is not a fancy bar Just a dimly lit bar A bar like thousands of other neighborhood bars You sit with a pen and tablet A book of Charles Bukowski poetry And sip water with a lime A woman comes over Says she finds you attractive Amused at the…
