Category: nature
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stick pins
I stood in the bathroom this morning, smelled an open bottle of medicinal alcohol Images of fruit jars, alcohol soaked cotton swabs, vomiting insects choking on guts Grade school bug collection I never brought mine home to hang on bedroom wall Smell death lingering in flesh I daydreamed butterflies unable to land feed on nectar,…
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#1 and 2
#2 dead limb falls in woodsrattles leaves of the livingon it’s way to rest #1 there is an echo wind carries from where it’s been sit and be quiet 10-29-20
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sitting in the clammy dew
Out under the trees where groundskeepers never go leaves stand thick around a bench with a cracked slat of faded wood On this foggy bottom morning I carry a notebook, a pen, a new book to read and coffee in my blue cup I sit upon the dewy bench sip warm coffee open the book…
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Under a bush
walk in wet leaves off the paved path listen to muffled rustling empty beer can under a bush why not hold it a bit longer? how many homes for the homeless could the trees in this park build? how many homes sit empty, because banks and landlords want money? need in want of a solution…
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Ransom
thief in the night waited until dark to come. his shrill pen scratched a ransom note you cursed the dark when you awoke forgetful this is the revelation you prayed for 10-23-20
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Choking on Colossians 3:18
Last year, you cut the vine choking young trees in your yard Rhythmic sucking sounds haunt trees Leave scars where sap drained from flesh This morning, rotted pieces fell from sky you gather tinder by the wood pile 10-23-26
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pillow talk
lying in the dark he said the sun comes and goes she said that is not true it is you who rolls away 10-22-20
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Listen
Autumn comes slow lingers green A few tired leaves refuse to wait a killing frost Dress in yellow shrouds leap into air Unafraid of death Shut your eyes listen…..to Caress of limbs on way to ground Slow dry rain mocking, rustling laughter 10-21-20
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Election cycle news
tidal stream reedy channel can’t decide which way to flow emptying and filling with the moon he shuts his engine off lowers a trolling motor sets the GPS anchored without an anchor tosses his net for bait hooks mullet through head casts his line and waits for supper to bite his lucky day the fishes…
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haiku as told by a tree
emptiness allows a stretched string to fill a room a drum to keep beat 10-19-20
My husband's poetry 