Author: cfblack
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Kindergarten Ned
I thought of you today who you became and if you are still alive The green army man we took from class to play with at recess Lost him in the grass we looked all recess but he stayed hidden Our promise not to tell of our theft and the lost green man in the…
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a moody Monday morning meditation
Lie in bed luxuriate in folding rhythms of rain on roof Feel the ache of bleacher buns from a youth soccer weekend And try to decide if hospitals and hotels use the same chef For hospital food and free hotel breakfasts to remove the flavor and goodness 11-18-19
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clear water
Clear water Poured in bud vase Cut rose Floats face up Dying breaths Perfume the room 11-17-19
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Sleeper awake
slow wave synaptic spindling Sufi dance serotonin paradox neocortical dialog episodic cataloging who wakes and dumps me here ask the librarian 11-16-19
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Noah’s haiku
last night it rained – wet today it will rain, again weekend forecast – wet (repeat until Asheville becomes beachfront property) 11-15-19
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A boy and National Geographic magazine
Picture of a half-naked woman heavy basket on her head breasts pendulous smooth as ripe fruit You don’t recall being overcome with lust But you remember her arms and wide hips under flowered skirt Admired how strong she must be to walk so far in a hot sun You didn’t know one woman in your…
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Dreaming on a Cold Night Hundreds of Miles from Home Listening to the Furnace Hum
a prose poem =============================================== I dreamed I was at the old Black Reunion in Danville, IL with just my Granddad and I and I was playing with little boy cousins I did not know. I dreamed I was sitting on the front porch of my grandparents’ old house on Greenbush Street that was torn down…
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a sunny, chilly afternoon
Feta cheese, tuna, guacamole, a few walnuts and dishes cleaned. I have time for a chilly two mile stroll and to read a bit more listen poetry and music tonight Life in the slow lane often is scenic Wait for me, if you get there before I do; I am not late only few minutes…
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11/12 untitled
Ponder the why of this language we were born into This amalgam cobbled together from words of our ancient conquered and conquering selves Of victims and robbers of raped and rapists of slain and slayers Ask yourself why English grammar demands we list ourselves last as in, my sisters, my brothers and I And yet…
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11/11 – Dream π r²
You cross bridge after bridge go from island to island looking for the friend You sit in cafes walk neighborhoods hang out on park benches You stroll through galleries listening for the rhythm of the artist’s heart Once, you thought you saw the back of their head but you lost them in a crowd Like…
