My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • I do not own a gun

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    My two older sisters had matching dolls. I had cars and trucks, a Roy Rogers’ holster with a silver cap gun. I used to hide in their closet and played with their dolls when no one was around. My mother was a girl scout leader; I know all the songs. I belonged to the boy…

  • Meditating in Nature During Baseball Season

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    Deep in the woods red bird calls or maybe it’s a mockingbird that likes the way those notes roll off its tongue or maybe its envious of bright feathers and hates Cubs baseball. If this is cultural appropriation, you do not care. You only know it feels good in your ear and winning is a…

  • Meditation on a duck

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    deep blue glow of sunlight on your green cap looks good on you tucking your neck into your chest protection against early morning chill you ignore my compliment and drift from sunlight to shadow and back again 5-3-23

  • Focus

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    Some days all you see is dirty brown pond water focus on the attribute of reflection green trees and blue skies 5-3-23

  • Playing possum

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    at a roadside grille two turkey buzzards dine on possum meat quibble over who gets the last eyeball hors d’oeuvre sometimes when you stare into headlights fall down to play dead the oncoming car refuses to play you end up an entree at a roadside grille where two old buzzards quarrel like family at a…

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    reflected trees and sky lone Mallard drifts slowly through technicolor dream —————————————— alone in two worlds mallard dog paddles blue sky Alice’s looking glass —————————————— in sky water wake green tree leaves gently quiver upon the surface 5-2-23

  • This is how it ends

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    like storm litter on the ground you’ll give up trying to hang on wind will push you from your perch someone will come and haul you away maybe you’ll rot in a landfill maybe you’ll ascend In fire pit smoke either way, when your time comes you’ll release your grip and flee 5-1-23

  • Morning meander

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    I walk on the paved path through the park; sit on a bench in need of paint; watch three squirrels race through last year’s leaves, chase each other up a tree, leap from limb to limb, chattering endlessly. Why I do not know. 5-1-23

  • Saturday pre-dawn haiku

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    low croaks and high trills pond awaits sun’s reflection bull and tree frogs sing 4-29-23

  • Patience

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    bright flashing songbird cajoles the sun to hurry I smile and say, be patient it will come in its own good time 4-29-23