Category: daily life
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Gathering rice
sit by a phone wait for a text a message a knock on the door Google the night about handfuls of rice tossed in the air abandoned in churchyards afraid of dying starved for touch 7-27-2024
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Bare Feet on Cool Concrete
along tree top boulevards sunrise dances its happy dance leaves pirouette and dip flashing light and shadows siren screams get out of my way I’m coming through rush hour drones on it has work to do northern cardinals and Carolina wrens trill in the distance no lost causes disturb their songs 7/11/24
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Standing at the shoreline looking East
ankle deep in foam toes in wet sand days without end will end if I could walk under water I’d walk back across the sea tell my long lost cousins I’ve returned and will they take me in 5/26/24
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‘Window Washer’
“in the garden wet with rain” flowers rise and bloom I’ll wash your windows if you dare to see walk you through the doorway dream beneath the sky we will visit with the sun converse in silent whispers synchronize nature’s music piano concerto wet with dew our hearts in shock “no guru, no method, no…
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‘Saturday Cool’
06/29 long shadows dappled shade jay flashes blue on fence robin and cardinal call in green morning cicadas sing descant high overhead I count my blessings on knuckled hand sip my coffee dry and go inside before heat sucks the cool from the day
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plastic beach haiku
06/30 – laughing, squealing kids front yard inflatable pool Summer plastic beach
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‘The Day After Sunday’
07/08 listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’ll wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot
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South Carolina earthquake, or, Alexa, play Carole King
The bed shook in the night She took it as a sign He slept right through it Woke rested the next morning Did not wake her And left 5-9-22
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Sikorsky’s bird
On the way to Fort Jackson it shakes our house, tells the woodpecker to quiet down appears briefly through the trees, then vanishes until it’s time to fly home to roost. 5-4-22
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H.O.R.S.E.
Who decided to spell H.O.R.S.E. that this was the way to see who was the best shot in the neighborhood? Today, I watched young kids play H.O.R.S.E. and doubt they ever rode a horse at summer camp or enjoyed Roy Rogers on TV Shoot to disarm and never to kill dreamed of crying High Oh…
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