Author: cfblack
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small town Norma Jean
I have a friend with a body electric Curves geometry theorems cannot define She wants to be famous And once acted in a vanity film, The director and his band of mighty men Covered in fake gore She gets calls for after hour non-speaking roles Complains when her body is all he sees Falls asleep…
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‘Why Corporate America Can’t Fill Job Slots’
or ‘Post-COVID Management 101’ ================================== He checks his computer, Makes sure all the metrics Are met, Gets up to walk Past rows of cubicles Filled with loyal subjects, He likes the sound of laughter When he tells a joke, Their nods of subservience, And goes back to his cubicle, Muttering under his breath, “It’s good…
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night sounds
I am a thought of the green frog that hides in a tree in our front yard calling out come find me 8-7-22
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Tanka for a hot summer night
sitting on the porch frogs call cadence in the dark possum waddles by neighbor’s grey cat cuts through yard late summer firefly ignites 8-7-22
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Blue coffee cup
Before deep shadows grow into bright my blue coffee cup and I go for a walk. Red breasted robin lands at my feet, ambles forward on spindly legs in front of me. I veer left towards the pond; it rises up and flies off to my right. Birds don’t talk human and I don’t tweet…
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White shadow dancers
When you first learned of World War II and the cost of winning the war you would lie on the living room floor watch dust motes above your head shimmer in the sunlight and imagine white shadow dancers the same age as yourself traced upon the ground no longer able to dance. 8-6-22 August 6th…
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haiku hotness
asphalt burns your feet day dream hot sandy beaches location matters 8-5-22
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haiku for an ADHD partner
stand at open door look for one more thing to do lateness becomes you 8-5-22
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Dog days of summer
These are the dog days of summer mornings so hot frogs are silent, turtles don’t bask on banks and the insect chorus is tacit. Except for one or two still trying to attract a mate; the rest have gone to ground to snuggle and breed, died from exhaustion or just delirious from the heat. Which…
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First of August
In the half dark after prayer lost in meditation I fall back asleep and wake to mom calling from the kitchen, “Who left the milk out?” I can’t decide whether to admit my guilt or pretend I’m still asleep and hope one of my siblings takes the blame. 8-1-22
