Category: covid
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A poem for a poet
a slim manila envelope from Clemson, SC in Friday’s mail it was expected you bring it in the house and place on a stack of folders and books unopened, because you know what’s inside your wife is home from Pittsburgh and has her laundry on the side porch so you carry Saturday coffee to the…
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Lament #17
I read cicadas will be plentiful this summer Returning from long quarantine underground I miss the high descant keening above tree frog choruses I miss life begging come sit with me before we die I miss the closeness of being alive 6-19-20
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Practice in a time of safe distancing
He sits alone at a blue picnic table laces name brand shoes from rough asphalt he removes last night’s leaves and debris gathers his brown ball and shoots from the top of the key ___ He rebounds shoots a layup retreats to the far side of the court fakes left and right shoots a three…
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I need a city job
This morning, the humidity is oppressive soon the sky will crack open and storms reveal leaks the sun obscures A park employee on a mower races the storm no time to get off and remove debris shattering sticks, head down as he slays grass Wherever you find a park employee working there are two higher…
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Vignettes from Friday’s fire pit
Junk mail and old receipts make good kindling From the end of a rotted log a beetle crawls out Stands on a brick and races off before it gets too hot On its way to the park a calico with a belled collar walks quietly through your yard A woman walks by on the street…
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Pandemic vacation dreams of Spain
British folks dream of idyllic summer escapes from the drear of dying England barefoot walks along Costa Del Sol Malaga midnight dinners and dancing You dream of la Caldera de Taburiente at midnight where the din of a raving mad man does not translate the racist haze of burning cities does not scent the air…
My husband's poetry 