Category: nature
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The heft of light
I went alone to an art exhibition for a friend On the way home I pondered how art changes who I am Light breaking on horizons and scenes of dusk or darkness draw me in Was it sunset or sunrise? Was the darkness evening or predawn? At 3 a.m. I stand barefoot on the porch…
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a walk in the woods
winter warm and wet moss on bare ground soft and alive a wild thing long asleep waited for the right time the right sunlight temperature and rain bend down pet it tomorrow it will leave and not return for years ‘ 1-16-20
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Burnt incense
No one wraps the news with a rubber band throws it up on your porch to read at leisure anymore Talking heads deliver it hurled in sound bites – abusive verbal beatings I receive mine from my news feed refuse to be yelled at by the properly coiffed and groomed Sitting on the porch reading…
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yellow flowers
At night, on her living room wall hung a Van Gogh reproduction of a vase of yellow flowers on a sunny day and on rainy mornings a Van Gogh reproduction of a vase of yellow flowers on a sunny day still hung on her living wall and one rainy morning you realized somewhere was a…
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night watchman
The cream colored feral cat that patrols our neighborhood and keeps us safe at night strolls in the rain down the middle of Landon Road without an umbrella Stops and asks what the hell am I doing up this time of night I want to tell him to mind his own business but it’s never…
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1/11 haiku
around a fire pitfriends ignore a threat of rainwatch wood become coal 1-11-20
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a storm
Sit on side porch listen to the dark Wind roars angrily at trees trees shake their heads and laugh Lightning rumbles like a kettle drum Rain beats ground gurgles in drain pipes Sirens complain on their way to a call Distant train wails goodbye. as it leaves for the coast Sounds of a storm racing…
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Alexander the Dead
Alexander lies abandoned no Bucephalus or Hephaestion golden shield, sword or lion cape Once he was the chosen one blood and gore – spoils of war rally the troops, the rabble and hangers on He died of a malarial fever his corpse a tourist attraction at the mouth of the Nile Now he lies in…
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Cayce river walk
In shade of an eddy where you drank children fished for brim and sunfish with a cane pole and a worm every summer you leaned a little more above the river towards the light where no trees stood I would sit at your feet watch spotted newts hide in plain sight and ask you the…
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