My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • The grocery store is always open

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    In the magic hour between possum waddle and coyote strut raccoons feast on food left out for feral cats skulking along the fence line, Fourth of July fireworks two nights before fall equinox could be mistaken for gunfire, but sirens and blue lights do not arrive You push the trash can to the street and…

  • meditation on current events

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    Miss Piggy posed with her cleavage, her derriere and a giant green frog. Kermit puckered for the cameras; she looked away. Paparazzi called out Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it! again and again and again. She tossed him in the weeds and exclaimed, Prince Charming is a myth. 9-11-22

  • among rocks

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    run without restraint into the wilderness without the limp of insults to this body sit among rocks – comforted and comfortable watching for stray dogs and feral cats to see where they run, where they go where they find shelter from the rain 8-23-22

  • The gospel of Lazarus

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    Before turtles come to sun upon the bank Before heron stalk shallow water for fish Before flocks come to feast on scattered bread Rise up, walk along the shore of sleep, Pour caffeine libations among the reeds Before the rain returns, again 8-23-22

  • night sounds

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    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

  • Tanka for a hot summer night

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    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

  • Dog days of summer

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    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…

  • viradescent haiku

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    squirrel climbs fence post surveys gentle good morning leaps up into green 7-31-22

  • haiku howdy

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    cfblack
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    summer lies lazy like kudzu upon a fence all heavy and green new neighbor’s brown cat looks for shade along the fence under choking vine late morning coffee familiar roasted bitter bean speaks to me of home friend in Sunday clothes a sermon is their path – mine’s a reverent cat 7-17-22

  • haiku summer

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    squirrels still wear fur earth tilts towards summer sun comes on skeeter wings ___ colors flit and flash ask the why of common names damsel or dragon ___ pray before breakfast get your walk in early, please find some shade and sit 7-16-22