Author Archives: sputterpub

Muni Metro Benches

They made the Muni seats too deep or high.I see a lot of passengers whose heelsdon’t reach the floor when sitting back. Now whydid some committee choose to so construct?Although the rides are short, most riders Iexamine are of shorter … Continue reading

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Murk Means Work

I had a bout of clarity last week,when everyone I love was liking me.I knew it couldn’t last, and didn’t seekextension – I just savored feeling free.Alive to how life changes, constantlyinconstant, I espied approaching murk.I can’t ignore what’s crazing … Continue reading

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Tentativity

We speak again and neither utters ill,but not about my life, my news, my pen.I feel relief but now I wonder: willwe speak again? I’m tired of her bigotry on men,her tendency to flouncing quit or chill,her failure to admit … Continue reading

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Spared (For Now)

Aroused by corvid chorus yesterday,I marveled at the raucous caws I heard.There must have been a myriad at swayabove my yard. I like the ebon bird,but not the clots of shit they leave behindas they take flight. So I was … Continue reading

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Saturday Sweet

Last Saturday was relatively nice.She didn’t criticize or “should,” the wayshe has for ages. I heard no advicelast Saturday. And that was why my heart began to swayto softness. My defenses then were iceexposed to summer sunlight’s noon display. The … Continue reading

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Paschal Plants

I note each year how Easter coincideswith Passover, for both are lunar-based.They’re paschal holidays without dividesbetween solemnity and joy, embracedwith feasts of food and tables flower-graced.I gather irises and lilies nowin photographs – with stalks my walks are faced –receiving … Continue reading

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Anyone But Her

I have an extra ticket to the show.It needs a senior user, female please.My oldest friend’s the one I’d choose to go,except of late she’s grown obnoxious. She’sbeen acting harsh, entitled, to degreesoffensive and vexatious. I’d preferto want to ask, … Continue reading

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Old Dreaming

I’ve grown too old for heavy sleep most nights,and I no longer medicate with pot,so now the dark is filling up with flightsof mundane dreams I formerly forgot.The action’s never scary, and it’s nota forecast or apparent prophecy.It’s little issues, … Continue reading

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Kneek

I must have tweaked my left knee recently,for daily it protests a certain bend.As usual it’s port that bothers me –my starboard side has been my better friend.I notice symptoms of debility –a bode of failure or a warning trend?Recording, … Continue reading

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Tulips

This crazy rainy season perseveres.It’s falling now, and forecast for next week.But every day the vernal sun appearsuprising earlier, its rays obliqueand strengthening at dawn and dusk, while spearsof daffodils and tulips shoot to seekthe light, their bells on stalks … Continue reading

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