Category: for another poet
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For E.M. Forster
Every room has a view even if it’s only four walls and door and appears to be a closet It doesn’t matter if you have a window or how you got in or how you go out Just know you can leave when you are ready Love does not follow norms it follows where it…
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Reading Mark Fitzgerald while sitting in the park
When we were young we tried to live in the now When we tried to understand now became then and no return allowed 2-10-20
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rain
Birds are mysteriously silent on the subject of rain Squirrels don’t pole dance on wet trees Neighbors don’t walk their dogs in a storm I’m on my porch wondering what Mr. Chesterton had against cheese 2-6-20
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Edge of night
You sit on the end of a bench with a book and warmed over coffee On the other end is a pine cone you don’t begrudge it space and let it stay In a late afternoon woods warblers sing in bushes cardinals call back and forth You watch a leaf pick itself up off the…
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sitting in the cool by myself
House music overhead counting beats So many songs the same uptempo drum line Start with a bass drum thump 1-2-3-4 Light touch of a high hat whispers in between Add tom tom and snare on the beat familiar as your heart It doesn’t matter who sings or the lyrics it is all white noise Hunkering…
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