Author: cfblack
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Fragrant tea in a blue cafe in a red state
At a lull in business your barista wipes her hands on her apron, steps from behind the bar, hugs a woman who just closed a laptop, smiles gently, kisses her forehead, goes back behind the bar, wipes the counter with a rag, you take another sip of Jasmine tea, and wonder how can that be…
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Khamsin Kelpi
mischievous breeze strolls by shapeshifts your desire with kenspeckled hips in a flowered caftan you say sand is in your eye and look away embarrassed 5-31-22
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Holy Day haiku
vapor drops obscure clouding the sun at midday but still light gets through 5-29-22
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A gardener and his son
between fence and street with found lumber and old skids a gardener and his son build Eden’s wall plant tomatoes and squash, peppers and beans curse animals that steal in the night pull weeds with bare hands watch yellow blossoms swell to fruit talk with neighbors passing by about the rain 5-24-22
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On the Eastern edge of central time
sun bright, rise up sky blue, morning wake shadow long, grass green lilac pink, dandelion yellow lift wing, bird sing dove coo, roof top crow caw, tree pine wind soft, wind cool coffee brew, coffee warm coffee sip, morning good 5-20-22
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haiku of avian truism
grey geese rule the pond but not where blue heron stalks bullies aren’t heroes 5-15-22
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to subscribers and readers
New posts are now at the end! I figured out how to change dates to when they were written, but it will take me awhile to fix all of them.
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Listening to the BBC
Glenn was an adolescent cool boy We met In seventh grade band He was smarter than me Played clarinet better than I played trombone In science class, we learned Descartes Tortured animals in the pursuit of knowledge _____ My friend would tell stories of tying cats tails together Lighting them on fire to watch them…
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Gibson’s war
After the war, After bodies were cleared, Mass graves dug up, Photographed and catalogued. After the rubble was pushed aside, and reconstruction begun, You found an abandoned instrument with broken strings. Because this was all you could handle and it did not stink of death, You thought of all the songs it had sung Cradled…
