Author: cfblack
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Hop like an amphibian
09/22 – epigraph: “And it won’t matter now/ Whatever happens will be/ Though the air speaks of all we’ll never be/ It won’t trouble me” (from ‘All I Want’ by Toad the Wet Sprocket) most mornings, before the sun grows hot I walk in dewy grass among amphibians they hop one step ahead of my…
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Jaundiced leaf
not all leaves are blessed with old age turn red and gold and brown some fall on a warm summer’s day yellowed, alone and exhausted 9-20-23
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Spinning dust mote in space
be patient, the shadow self that flees your feet will return midday, nestle in your lap and beg forgiveness 9-18-23
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September morning
Yapping dogs share neighborhood gossip. I much prefer the gossip of birds. Anole searches fence rail for a bit of sun The forecast is for rain. Overhead a squirrel shakes a leaf into my cup. Heron stalks far side of the shore. Dogs still share their neighbor’s business. Squirrel chases anole from fence. Heron rises…
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morning haiku
white bird on green grass no waitress brings you breakfast nature’s produce aisle 9-16-23
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haiku of the kingdom
morning ecstasy small toad leaps about my feet wet clover heaven 9-15-23
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Waiting
freckled light through trees spinache souffle on a plate brown coffee in a cup waiting on a friend 9-15-23
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Tanka of wet grass
clear, clean morning air last night’s rain still drips from trees yellow bus brakes grind sullen children go to school childhood stolen chained to chairs 9-13-23
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haiku of prayer
beneath reflected sky a ripple moves towards shore a world unseen thrives 9-12-23
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Jenga romance
(Poem written to the prompt, Demolition) ‘Jenga Romance’ Every morning, they took out knives, and hand-crafted Jenga blocks, stacked them on the table until they had a classic set. Every evening, they took turns in a game of demolition. She texted him from her office to make his move. Tired of the ruse that the…
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