Category: health /doctors /hospitals
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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…
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Foraging the forest during the pandemic
Each morning, when the red-crested woodpecker calls out, again and again and again he puffs his chest goes tchurrrrrr-charr-charr-charr tchurrrrr-charr-charr-charr-chiiirl….. In the debris of the forest floor morels spring up like yachts and private jets feeding on corporate welfare rot Senate scattered for Wall Street handlers In mossy rust-belt northern woods we call them peckerheads…
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and I think it’s going to rain today
(stream of consciousness poem) On my sixty-eighth birthday a tropical depression spins offshore and the forecast is for rain all week and I worry about whole beaches being torn from the shore and the song ‘And I Think It’s Going To Rain Today’ is caught in the riptide in my head and I curse Randy…
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Book marks
Yesterday, I straightened stacks of books I’m in the process of reading and I tried to remember where their journey began Bookmarks are a good point of reference Magazine ad inserts mean it was first opened on the porch among last week’s stack of periodicals Receipts, it began at a literary festival or used bookstore…
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The Last Super Moon of the Year of COVID-19
A friend told me last night, she and her husband looked out over the ocean at the last super moon of 2020 She said it would be just as beautiful tonight My wife and I live in an urban forest dotted with houses At moonrise we walked two blocks to a darkened ball field trees…
My husband's poetry 