Author: cfblack
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rainy day coffee
Wet tires hiss in street Light rain drums window Coffee shop voyeur – notebook in hand Couples talk in low voices Groups laugh, cajole, share stories While devotees pray at laptop altars They read posts about exhibits in museums Curated, static moments Locked in fabric, stone and paint Posed and moved from room to room…
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(untitled) no matter how sharp
No matter how sharp No matter how strong A sword is just a sword I fear the swordsman – not The artisan at the forge 5-20-26
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lunchtime haiku
wind chime sings to breeze tiny bird at my feet eats a savory lunch 5-19-26
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peaceful afternoon
On a peaceful afternoon I sit in the shade and imagine myself in Gaza. I sit on a pile of rubble and wave a white flag at the Israeli soldiers. I tell them I’m writing an article about genocide and how it impacts the surviving generations. They cover their faces and call in an air…
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Abandoned rooms
Before he threw his rock he did not know or understand Shattered panes of glass would allow birds to fly in and out Build their nests in abandoned rooms or he would have thrown his rock sooner 5-18-26
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Sonic voyeurism
Cardinals call back and forth Mourning doves coo in woods Blue jays squabble at anything that comes close Neighbor’s little dogs yap on their deck Owls call from tree tops – Night is coming! Tree frogs reply – Yes, the night is coming! Somewhere in the distance sirens call Get out of my way, I’m…
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The Anatomy of Municipal Job Security
When a private contractor runs a 50′ waterline, they send two men and a truck. When the city runs a 50′ waterline, they send eight men and four trucks. And that is just to check out a job site they scouted three months ago. Days later, two different men and a truck will come to…
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haiku for a troubled world
you don’t have to wait until your life is perfect to find happiness 5-12-26
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Waiting on the rain
I want to lie awake and listen to rain on the roof in the gutters and drains as it slowly digests every solid thing and excretes them in the sea and when this world is done with me, flush me adrift on my way to sea. 5-11-26
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Tests as healing medicine
grit in teeth irritant in shoes once you were sand in need warmth glass remembers fire and you vanished breathe…fog on the surface know you are transformed 5-8-26
