Author: cfblack
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Upon a hill
Upon a hill there stands a house, Windows gaze out softly on the farm, Dawn wakes quiet as a mouse. Furrows stitch fields like hems on a blouse Each row a hymn, each row a psalm, Upon a hill there stands a house. Winds over hay, a gentle spouse, Lingers warm, protective and calm, Dawn…
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Prayers up
Movers come at 8:30 Junk/Salvage guys at 10 Suitcase is packed Coffee’s hot and fresh Patio is calling one last time Prayers up for Jasmine 9-15-25
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haiku prayer
morning sun through trees chases night’s dew from spider webs moisture weeps to ground 9-14-25
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meditation haiku
in dark shadowed woods morning light filters bright green one leaf floats to ground 9-13-25
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empty haiku
sit on daughter’s deck birds sing in the deep green woods empty bird feeder 9-13-25
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Life’s road
life’s road leads forward even Robert’s fork leads forward no u-turn no reverse gear run out of fuel, pull over and quit 9-10-25
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Akkadian bricks
in the annuals of men I read atrocities numbers of dead names of survivors who they were does not exist broken refashioned in fire their history hidden in the glazing who they were does not exist living is not survival names of dead numbers of living who they were does not exist 9-8-25
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May Day 1971, Washington, DC
Talking to myself, I asked myself, do you remember that day in May, that day in 1971, fortified with cannabis, when you thought skinny-dipping out of a cherry tree into the Tidal Basin was somehow an act of incredible bravery and defiance against Nixon’s war machine. Covered in trash and muck you walked naked through…
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Tailless lizard
High above a plane glistens in fading light, crescent moon visible in blue sky. Plane and moon pass by each other or so is seems from where I sit. Tailless lizard walks by on porch screen. Does it know I cannot reach it through the screen or is its arrogance why it is a tailless…
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