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A Healthy Range

The price I pay for shade is bloom delay.The cost of filtered sun is leggy limb.The plants are healthy, by and large, today,but parasols of eucalyptus dimthe light intensity, as redwood armsand jacaranda branches modulatethe brilliant zap that gooses as … Continue reading →

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Covid Recovery at 95

Her skin is as thin as a wet paper bag.It tears from the tiniest bump.She’s paler than ghostly, too tired to nag,and weekly we find a new lump.She’s losing fat where she’d be better off plump(although she likes fleeing weight’s … Continue reading →

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Overgrowth

The garden needs a pruning now, becausetoo little rain all winter had me turnthe sprinklers on so early. We’ll have lawsor regulations soon that we decreaseconsumption, and we hope it’s just a pause,but honestly, I think our climate’s toast.Too few … Continue reading →

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Back on the Bus

The driver had to show me where to tagmy Clipper Card when I got on the bus.I hadn’t ridden since the ruinouspandemic made our every day a drag. My transit gear of old was in my bag,but habits fade – … Continue reading →

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Contagion

We pay a visit every other day.The residents are not diversified.Most everyone we see is ashen-gray,Caucasian-ancient, female, rheumy-eyed.The corridors are windowless and long.The care is fair but no one’s getting strong.The patient looks I take are dull and dreary.That may … Continue reading →

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Time Leach

I’ve been so happy with my set-up here,within the writer’s roost I always craved,afforded by the funds I earned and saved. The weather’s soft, the garden’s good, I’m nearall services and also paths unpaved.I’ve been so happy with my set-up … Continue reading →

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Filing

One reason I’ve continued with this blogis record-keeping – I have writ so muchI like, my shelves are full and search is slog.I chose from many categories suchas seemed would help me with retrieval’s touch,but liking “love of wisdom,” let … Continue reading →

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Wake Up Caw

The din disturbed my sleep at ten to six.It issued from a raucous flock of crows.I like their shiny black, their clever tricks,but noise and splats of shit I don’t receiveso well. There doesn’t seem to be a fix –I … Continue reading →

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Dream Report from a Four Year Old

My grandson wears an eyemask when he sleeps.His parents have their theories on good rest;they think that vision-stimulation keepstheir kid awake. I’ve watched this pair investin all the gear their research recommends.Of dreams, my grandson tells me with a yawn,he … Continue reading →

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Retraining

I always liked to ride the bus and train –it gave me time in movement but alone,without the need to drive or to maintaina vehicle, the schedule foreknown.My solo transits were my private zone,where I could read and write and … Continue reading →

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