Author: cfblack
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Summer rain
in fading light on our front porch sit…read Thomas Hardy’s poems while rain drums tympany on the roof of my regrets 7-11-25
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Reading Adam Heschel
lack of information will not destroy us we have enough information rather the lack of kindness will but a willingness to accept the middle path can save us all 7-11-25
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Buying stamps
My wife texted me from the Post Office The clerk offered new stamps with Nancy Reagan’s portrait She laughed, is that the best You can do and asked for ones with flowers 7-8-25
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How to eat a peach
visualize golden pollen transferred on legs of bees, pregnant blossoms drenched in rain bite the skin, chew the pulp, suck flesh from wrinkled pit, let its juice dribble down your chin lick your fingers, toss the seed along the fence line hoping it will grow 7-7-25
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Aviary hymns
What is gone is not quite gone It lingers in the air ____ I’m searching for that first bird song Its memory somewhere deep inside Other birds sing in gardens But it’s never quite the same I’m searching for that first bird song Its memory somewhere deep inside ____ What is gone is not quite…
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sunset
When the birds call down the sun and shadows darken in the woods, when sunlight kisses the tops of trees goodnight and cicadas begin their droning, mosquitos come to suck my blood and I must go inside. 7-5-25
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Beach trip, May 2025
Eons ago, we traded wings for speech and legs to run and now we spend eternity regretting our choice. ____ On our last trip to the beach pelicans flew single file off shore. Seagulls hung in the air waiting for food to drop; shiny grackles brazenly stole food from wagon stashes of tourists. An attractive…
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Jasmine’s dogs
Bobber lies on the couch next to me Hazel at my feet. Soon I’ll attach leashes to collars take them outside. Let them walk, defecate in the yard scent the trunk of trees. We mourn the empty loneliness together awaiting her return. I pet them on the head, thankful they don’t cry or talk. I…
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Cattail tales
dragonfly swoops gathers mosquitos in its maw other mosquitos oblivious death passed them by 7-3-25
My husband's poetry 