Category: nature
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a walk at dusk
yellow rose western sky in the East Aegean blue long shadow walk I heard the day before an old friend’s wife transitioned her name was Rose blue sky morning transitions to rain 9-28-20 (for my childhood friend, Chuck Shannon)
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Bob’s Reggae kind of morning
Last night’s rain drops Drip from trees Rhythms birds sing Not taught in school Water strums on leaves A knowing back beat “Cause every little thing Is gonna be alright” 9-25-20
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beside distilled water
because our kitchen is too small because we do not have counter space for one of those filtration units that extract death from city water we religiously recycle plastic bottles in a blue plastic barrel the city provides when I exercise, I sweat profusely sit on the porch and guzzle store bought water through a…
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Haiku without the arbitrary 5/7/5 syllable count
green piney scrub above alluvial plain on grey stone face 9-22-20
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travel haiku
puff ball cotton clouds concrete ribbon wrapped mountains green day commute home 9-19-20
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40 Degrees
Poem #4 of a Concrete Mary series Against the chill of morning I put on shoes and my son’s jacket Robins and sparrows scavenge seeds Call back and forth from fence to dewy ground In high grass along the fence A lone cricket chirps Squirrels and chipmunks in fur coats Do not mind the approach…
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Remains of Summer, Mary #3
(poem three from a possible Concrete Mary series) Seven days remain of summer one week, a quarter of a moon before daylight gives way to night, before solstice haunts the dark, before the snow, before the ice, before the earth tilts away, before it’s too cold to fly butterflies and bees will suck the last…
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