Category: nature
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‘Grade School Pedagogy’ or ‘Early childhood development’
Days in the sun running through fields Pillow case butterfly net on a bent wire hanger nailed and tied to a stick Alcohol swab in a jar watch them twitch and die Stick with pin while body is soft and label for a grade 11-7-19
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Morning commute
Before the sensible rise you rise Sit on the edge of your bed listen to her breathe Ponder years of falling unconscious beside one another One eye on your sideview mirror you pull forward into traffic Warning: Objects in mirror are closer than they appear 11-6-19
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Three Haiku Wrapped in Medusa’s Curls
imagine a she walking alone cool of moon narcissistic he imagine a she her beauty accepts no guilt avenges Medusa imagine a she who walks alone brunet night the fear of rape dead 11-5-19
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Sycamore ants
In our back yard at the base of a sycamore tree lived brown ants – I would feed them cake crumbs and cinnamon sugar toast on sunny summer afternoons Watch them swarm and carry it away dry days, I would sprinkle water on the ground evenings, I watched them crawl up the bark higher than…
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East to West
yellow light on hillside coming through the trees …..promise of dawn yellow light on hillside coming through the trees ….. raging midnight fire 11-3-19
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Cold November School Days
1950’s cold rainy days days of buttered toast hot oatmeal breakfasts three spoons of sugar four, if mom wasn’t looking Days of flannel shirts and sweaters mittens tied with a string run through the sleeves of your coat yellow raincoat with a snap on hood Black galoshes pulled over shoes rows of shiny bend over…
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A Pleasant Thursday Afternoon Reverie
Wouldn’t it be nice if the coming storm began at the west edge of our yard and blew all the tired green leaves it strips from our trees out our yard and into the park for the city to gather and discard and wouldn’t it be nice if Prima Donald resigned and moved to Russia…
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The quietude of wet
3 am, dishes washed clothes in dryer butter in coffee come sit and watch night from my porch smell the wet of moldy leaves damp soil and warm coffee the frost of autumn comes late in the South and that’s okay light rain drips – sparkles in trees asphalt can’t suppress crushed stone’s glisten only…
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Waiting
in the dusk before dawn fog halos street lights water drips from trees two students wait on corner for the school bus to come I wait for a friend to stop by for coffee rain waits for no one 10-29-19
My husband's poetry 