My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • F–k Henry David Thoreau

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    something, unseen, breaks the taut surface of the pond concentric rings reverberate towards the shoreline let’s me know I’m not alone 11-10-23

  • Before it rains

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    Several streets over distant sirens cry. You finish a poem in the New Yorker about a blood stained shadow, peel an orange and wonder if a family, you do not know, has insurance. Tangy citrus lingers on your tongue. You go inside before it rains. 11-10-23

  • Yellow leaf

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    Yellow leaf on branch tomorrow you will fall to ground by Sunday you will turn brown Monday’s squirrels will play in the rattle of your past the wind will chase you to the border of the woods where you may decompose in solitude 11-9-23

  • The beauty of dying

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    floating leaves interrupt an illusion of heaven drowning in water’s reflection Autumn falling up reclines in blue Summer stripped of green fragile beauty revealed before it slips below the surface and is gone 11-9-23

  • Batteries not included

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    engine roars to life throttle wide-open motorcycle manhood tickles his testicles two times ’round the park sunning turtles plop back in water tiny waves replicate towards far shore reflected sun neons low-hanging limbs one more time around the park to make sure everyone knows he has a big bike throttle wide-open motorcycle masturbation tickles his…

  • Duty stations

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    dawn prayers (sacred duty) vote in city by election (patriotic duty) rake leaves gathered in our yard (family duty) chicken with hot sauce (personal duty) 11-7-23

  • Shout of blue

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    blue wings dip and soar above reflected sky flit from red to yellow to green leaves back and forth back and forth and back, again are they playing or courting? maybe both scolding voice, passerine cousins of crows, their only flaw 11-5-23

  • Chocolate croissants

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    Sharing chocolate croissants with a friend, you count seconds between lightning and thunder, talk about safety in the coming storm. Jets from the airbase fly practice runs overhead, shake trees, grow quivering concentric circles in your cup of tea. Your friend tells you he heard in Gaza fighter jets fly faster than sound and if…

  • Turn your porch light on

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    we’re all human I don’t care about your labels liberal, conservative Boomer, X or Z stop the othering Christian, Buddhist, Hindu Pagan, Muslim, Jew black,white, pink or green gay, straight, transgendered stop the othering citizen, immigrant homed or homeless we’re all on a reunion path turn your porch light on walk each other home 11-5-23

  • Old fruit

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    blue wings dip and soar above reflected sky flit from red to yellow to green leaves back and forth back and forth and back, again are they playing or courting? maybe both scolding voice, passerine cousins of crows, their only flaw 11-4-23