My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • ‘Bare Feet on Cool Concrete’

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    cfblack
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    07/11/24 along tree top boulevards sunrise dances its happy dance leaves pirouette and dip flashing light and shadows siren screams get out of my way I’m coming through rush hour drones on it has work to do northern cardinals and Carolina wrens trill in the distance no lost causes disturb their songs

  • Bare Feet on Cool Concrete

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    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    along tree top boulevards sunrise dances its happy dance leaves pirouette and dip flashing light and shadows siren screams get out of my way I’m coming through rush hour drones on it has work to do northern cardinals and Carolina wrens trill in the distance no lost causes disturb their songs 7/11/24

  • ‘Peering Through the City Gate’

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    cfblack
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    07/09/24 today is suspended on a nail in a public square bleeding out upon the ground blotting out the mid-day sun an offering of sacrifice enshrined upon the mountain

  • ‘The Day After Sunday’

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    07/08/24 listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’ll wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot

  • The Day After Sunday

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    cfblack
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    listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’re wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot 7-8-24

  • ‘Song of the South’

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    cfblack
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    7/7/2024 Abandoned husk lies at my feet. Cicadas drone in trees, “The more I sing,” they say, “The closer I am to leaving.” “Come find me and let’s procreate before I become another abandoned husk.”

  • ‘4th of July’

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    cfblack
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    7/6/2024 Cousin Billy lived across the backyard fence. We’d play army in the Summer, crawling through bushes and back yards our parents did not own. Both of us wanted to be Vic Marrow so we took turns in charge of our combat platoon. High school came and went. Billy went off to Vietnam, came home…

  • Fourth of July

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    cfblack
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    Cousin Billy lived across the backyard fence. We’d play army in the Summer, crawling through bushes and back yards our parents did not own. Both of us wanted to be Vic Marrow so we took turns in charge of our combat platoon. High school came and went. Billy went off to Vietnam, came home a…

  • ‘Saturday Cool’

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    06/29 long shadows dappled shade jay flashes blue on fence robin and cardinal call in green morning cicadas sing descant high overhead I count my blessings on knuckled hand sip my coffee dry and go inside before heat sucks the cool from the day

  • Summertime

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    (apologies to George Gershwin) Cicadas sing in trees, Come find me Sometimes it’s a lover Sometimes it’s a hungry bird Sometimes they remain unfound and sing again tomorrow 6/28/24