Category: balance
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Conversation with a dying cypress
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On the day before the longest night before the earth tilts back towards sun you walked high ground of cypress swamp among trunks stripped bare of green of fern, of leaf and vine You stood and asked questions of a dying cypress its root mound raised up on one side as if years ago it…
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2708 So. 18th St.
Every morning, he rose from his bed sat at the kitchen table by the window drank coffee with cream and listened to local news on the radio He shoveled snow in winter mowed the lawn in summer and walked the dog three times a day He warmed up the car, took her to the beauty…
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haiku that expresses some of my kinder feelings about hackers:
a pox on hackers may rheumatoid arthritis curl and hurt fingers 10-14-19
My husband's poetry 