My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • After the rain

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    cfblack
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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • After the rain

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    cfblack
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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • Sip the morning dry

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    Like a ship coming to harbor, bullfrog calls out from weeds, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. Before heat chases dawn away, I watch day shadows shorten, ask the Creator to refine my character, inhale the last fragrance of warm tea from the bottom of my cup and sip the morning dry. 5-11-23

  • Playing possum

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    cfblack
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    at a roadside grille two turkey buzzards dine on possum meat quibble over who gets the last eyeball hors d’oeuvre sometimes when you stare into headlights fall down to play dead the oncoming car refuses to play you end up an entree at a roadside grille where two old buzzards quarrel like family at a…

  • Morning meander

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    I walk on the paved path through the park; sit on a bench in need of paint; watch three squirrels race through last year’s leaves, chase each other up a tree, leap from limb to limb, chattering endlessly. Why I do not know. 5-1-23

  • Saturday pre-dawn haiku

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    cfblack
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    low croaks and high trills pond awaits sun’s reflection bull and tree frogs sing 4-29-23

  • magic lizarding haiku

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    tan anole on fence stops, looks over the edge at bush leaps, blends into green 4-22-23

  • Before the sun is high

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    Emerald-headed mallard swims through trees set adrift in a blue, blue sky before turtles line the shoreline like city folks at Hilton Head resorts, before bright green anoles emerge from nighttime hiding places, before a frog chorus gives way to bird solos before swarms of tadpoles are consumed in the coming feeding frenzy, you recite…

  • after the equinox

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    On the second day of Spring 2 Baha, 180 B.E. Offer a prayer for a friend having surgery Go to the gym Buy Carol a strong, large coffee on the way home Take a walking meditation in the park Bumblebees imbibe at the Azalea Bush Bar Turtles sun themselves on a muddy beach No mallards,…

  • The day before

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    cfblack
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    1) The ebb and flow of tide changes the shoreline, laps high up on dunes. Turtles lay eggs in sand. Walk careful, do not disturb those still waiting to be born. 2) An old man stands in hot sand trying to keep grit out of his shoes. Another year to plan the future. On the…