Category: health /doctors /hospitals
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For Riva’s Franma
I’ve inhaled the last third of my half of low country blueberry pie Licked my fingers the four pronged fork and fed squirrels the crust With sugared lips and purple poop I return sated to ketosis 8-6-20
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Nuts
Knock, knock Is someone at the door or am I dreaming? I lie in the dark wondering where I put my mask. I wait for a second knock. Knock, knock Rolling sound on roof Dull thud on ground In a time of quarantine only a nut would come knocking unannounced at someone’s house 8-5-20
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Rain
Checking in with a friend a single mom. a public school teacher. She’s worried about her daughter and her job; afraid that one of them could end up sick in this pandemic. She wants to quarantine at home and can’t. She needs her job and they need each other. I listen to her as rain…
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Dreaming in a time of covid
On the deck of our house a grove of ancient oaks drifted overhead Years ago, a tornado gathered them up and carried them away into the sky Trees loved the sky and the sky loved the trees they fed one another air Among the trees a large white farmhouse drifted like a cloud Last night,…
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A rainy night haiku for our lonely quarantine
cicadas and rain tree frogs calling back and forth street lights with halos 7-6-20
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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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