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Minute Invasions (A Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on January 9, 2023 by sputterpub

For several years my gutters were untested.I didn’t have to check the bricks for wet.The drains out front were never storm-congested.But New Year’s weekend was the dampest yet.They call the wave an atmospheric river.The forecasters have managed to deliveran accurate … Continue reading →

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Favorable Forecast

Posted on January 6, 2023 by sputterpub

The forecast harks to winter long ago.I’m cozy and more rain’s about to start.Like pre-drought January’s past, I’ve nodoubt weather will be wet. I sit apartfrom stress and crowds, and traffic’s softly slow.A front that fizzles out won’t break my … Continue reading →

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NY Puzzle

Posted on January 2, 2023 by sputterpub

I like a jigsaw puzzle, but my placeis less than half a thousand of square feet.I only have one table in the space,and puzzle pieces cover its completerectangle surface in the present case(1,000-piece is twice what would be meet).But it’s … Continue reading →

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What Comes with Crows

Posted on December 26, 2022 by sputterpub

Sometimes the bird shit is hard to ignore –splats of bright white on the deck.Waking this morning I paused at the door,arrested by more than a speck.A crow had released a catharsis beforeI arose, but not long did it wreckmy … Continue reading →

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Foolish Fortune

Posted on December 25, 2022 by sputterpub

The final jobs were finished yesterday,resurfacing the bulk in front of me.They hung the entry lights and the displayof house address and mostly, finally,the box where mail is put for them and me.Of course they chose all wrong: house numbers … Continue reading →

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December in My Shed Office

Posted on December 20, 2022 by sputterpub

This month and next the temperature’s as lowas it will be all year, at my address.It isn’t even freezing, but you knowwe aren’t built to weather frostiness.I use a wooden shed to store the messof paper, upright bike, and my … Continue reading →

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Moving a Book

Posted on November 27, 2022 by sputterpub

Three years ago a book I bought arrived,assembled by some family and boundin vibrant colors for the folks who strivedto show support, or loved the art they found,that issued from the mind of someone downedby injury to brain and drawing … Continue reading →

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Suddenly Idle

Posted on November 18, 2022 by sputterpub

The family I visit twice a week,and overnight with Fridays, as a rule,announced a little trip. They’re off to seeksome fun – they’re taking time from work and school.That means I’ve no commute across the bay,no toddler tax upon my … Continue reading →

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Ants on White Tile

Posted on November 17, 2022 by sputterpub

Our California ants are not a threat.They’re tiny and don’t bite or bring disease,but everywhere I live they seem to getinside the walls. Although we never freeze,we chill in fall to 45 degrees,and welcome rain that comes this time of … Continue reading →

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Separate But Equal

Posted on November 15, 2022 by sputterpub

When I complain about this H.O.A.to friends and members of my familywho live in houses, they will often sayhow glad they are they’re dwelling separately.I counter that the price I willing payfor my location comes with density(but I’ve the garden … Continue reading →

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