My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • among rocks

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    cfblack
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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

  • 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

  • Deep blue heron

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    cfblack
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    On mornings When fishing is better On the close bank We startle one another I, heavy-footed Coffee cup in hand You, wading the shallows All long legged Rising up to flee Heading west Turning north Over the tennis courts I prefer mornings When we don’t startle one another I watch as you patiently pluck The…

  • 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

  • a one-sentence letter to my dead mother

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    Dear Mom This morning, I watched birds flit and flutter about our yard, remembered your love of birds and decided that next spring, in your honor, I will ignore the childhood ear worms you implanted in my external auditory meatus canal and no longer will obsess about cleaning windows, because clean windows reflect sky and…

  • The grocery store is always open

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    cfblack
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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…

  • Battle of the Equinox

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    cfblack
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    The pond grows strangely quiet, Geese and goslings fled weeks ago, Cicadas no longer sing of love, Sated bullfrogs sleep in, Turtles are not sunning on the bank, Fish refuse to break the surface, The heron has gone hunting elsewhere. Autumn equinox arrives tomorrow, Draws depression’s curtain and Reminds us night will overwhelm the day.…

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I’m in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder stripped of identity kill or be killed- statistics of war 11-12-25 ‘Dear Congress’ We are your…

  • Alice of the psilocybes

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    cfblack
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    ask rabbits where do sylvan citizens store long winter’s hibernation dreams they wiggle their ears and snort, beware of talking caterpillars and grinning cats reshuffle the deck drop out and fold drop in, again cut your luck and ask Alice, I think she’ll know 10-11-22

  • Allah’u’abha

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    cfblack
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    Mallards glide by, you wonder if it’s the same pair geese chased off last spring. Blue heron roosts in low branches; shy dog walker, who never speaks, calls out good morning. Heron rises up in flight. You wonder if it’s an omen; fish splash in peripheral vision. Letters of the Living send guidance – finish…