Category: daily life
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swamp haiku
in midst of dark swamp truck lights follow thin painted line trusting the painter 2-20-20 *title from wife
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shooting star
night sky scratch of light hole torn in dark fabric let’s escape before the wound heals 2-15-20
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In defense of naps
on a windless day, you attempted to meditate yourself into stillness as the earth spun at 1,000 mph orbiting a star at 66,600 mph while the star orbited in a galaxy at 536, 865 mph and all of it fleeing a big bang at 1,332,000 mph you decide to take a nap, because you believe…
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Three words
The man who lives two doors down and across the street walks everyday and waits until he turns the corner to light his cigarette he rarely speaks Today, he looks up from his phone and says, “How are you?” I reply, “I’m good; I think it may rain.” he takes another drag on his cigarette…
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rain
Birds are mysteriously silent on the subject of rain Squirrels don’t pole dance on wet trees Neighbors don’t walk their dogs in a storm I’m on my porch wondering what Mr. Chesterton had against cheese 2-6-20
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Blue table
Among brown leaves an empty water bottle sits on a blue table with two blue benches baked blue enamel bluer than the sky waiting for spring 2-2-20
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Were you there?
Were you there when they hauled my leaves away? the last abdication of autumn The ones that held on longest remained loyal tethered to a branch when all the others fled If I had been there when they came with a beeping dump truck I would have gathered the leaves they missed and made sure…
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Edge of night
You sit on the end of a bench with a book and warmed over coffee On the other end is a pine cone you don’t begrudge it space and let it stay In a late afternoon woods warblers sing in bushes cardinals call back and forth You watch a leaf pick itself up off the…
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gift
Gift of pancakes and hash Healing communion With a side of bacon Recount the madding snubs Let it out and be warmed Steaming mug of coffee Publishing can be an Endless clusterfuck 1-25-20 *title by wife
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4 a.m.
In my mother’s voice a cup and bowl call from the sink “Albert, how did you go to bed with dirty dishes in the sink? Quietly, I shut the kitchen door wash the dishes and try not to wake my wife sleeping in the bedroom Making the woman in your head and the one in…
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