Category: daily life
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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 around 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 She goes in…
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A Gerbil’s Life
falling down the steep slope of night he slid to a stop at the bottom among the dead even though he knew he did not belong he stayed until dawn walked back up the slope took a shower got dressed drove to the office and went back to work 10-31-24
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Hoar frost
Driving towards Charleston, sun luxuriates Like the backside of a reclining nude Hanging over a bar in film noire Road bends left – sun glares back You put down the visor and drive on In high weed ditches and fields hoar frost glistens along the highway, Mist rises where cold meets warm Thirty miles out,…
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On the Way to Ixtlan
Sunday dawned gloomy Steady rain on roof Met my friend, Jeff, for coffee Barista shows me picture of her new baby Talk of music and energy work Fist bump Lang as he walked by On the way home I buy Carol raspberry licorice And flowers from Whole Foods Good energy begins with kindness Above rain…
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Love in the time of chess
take you time you may not have a thousand permutations on a theme left to make carelessness is not surrender it is suicide 12-20-23
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Poet tea
in Larry’s kitchen water simmers on stove light through blinds climbs the dining room wall outside we feed the chimenea old newspapers, talk cultural appropriation, Sufi poets, Herbert, Milton, Shakespeare, Donne, and how imperfect fruit tastes sweeter than grocery store perfection, while we sip tea in the sunshine until the fire burns out 12-20-23
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In the garden
My poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was, ‘Philosophy of Life.’ ‘In the Garden’ ((the prompt was: Philosophy of Life)) This fleeting moment, life – travelers, passing through. Each breath, a whisper, each step, a dance. No destination, the journey is the goal. The universe conspires with love – let go…
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Autumn tercets
clad in stealth mode daylight climbs in my window birds sing the sun awake sky goes gently blue wind collects distant reveille lays it on the porch coffee in a cup crock pot simmered all night beef stew for breakfast a chilly 45 degrees feels like camping weather put a sweater on 10-15-24
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unborn
unborn, first born, middle born, last born, still born, low born, reborn; sometimes, life is too much to bear. 10-18-24
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