Category: animals
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#3 reading the poet, Robert Bly
neo-cortex laughs at reptile/mammal cage match Robert’s Buddha brain 10-29-20
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Two ways to eat poetry
1) Remove factory slices from plastic bag Be sure to retwist the tie to keep the rest from going stale Every slice the same thickness note uniform color and texture An occasional baked in void or bubble will drip butter on your shirt Enriched and fortified Easy to digest 2) Walk to a bakery Buy…
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chain link fence
She lives on a corner her back yard a chain link fence Walks alone each morning six times ’round the park Cocked arms pump right angles rapid short steps eyes ahead speaks to no one I don’t know her name Someone told me once But I am horrible with names and forgot After six times…
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Carolina wrens
An unruly mob of squirrels used to hold rallies in our yard but not for a while Maybe, it’s because of autumn or maybe, the feral cats or maybe, because I raked the pine cones in a pile the city carried away But I’m okay with that because Carolina wrens have moved in One sits…
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hillside morning haiku
ground hog on wood pile red-tailed hawk perched in dead tree food channel network 9-17-20
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40 Degrees
Poem #4 of a Concrete Mary series Against the chill of morning I put on shoes and my son’s jacket Robins and sparrows scavenge seeds Call back and forth from fence to dewy ground In high grass along the fence A lone cricket chirps Squirrels and chipmunks in fur coats Do not mind the approach…
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Lawn ornaments (Mary #2)
(poem two from a possible Concrete Mary series) Like a drippy faucet in the next room The old gutter leaks slow on aluminum awning In the drizzle, chipmunks scurry Unafraid at the feet of a plastic owl Immovable as a straw man crucified In a field to protect ears of corn Concrete Mary still holds…
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Patio meditation for 9/11
Sitting on the back patio squirrel churs on fence Plastic owl on wall stares empty-eyed at the morning Red birdhouse in neighbor’s yard sits empty waiting for spring We have boxes to take to the new house Movers won’t come until Wednesday for furniture Overcast skies hide the sun, threaten rain Concrete Mary stands hands…
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