Category Archives: Transit

Happenstance

Posted on February 1, 2024 by sputterpub

The doors stayed on the airplane. We were fine.The flight attendant kept on pouring wine.The pamphlet read B Max and 8 slash 9,but worry wasn’t any trend of mine.I didn’t get a sense of poor design.

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Arrowing and Narrowing

Posted on January 29, 2024 by sputterpub

I arrow south at 40,000 feet,my path an arc between two rainy sites.A four day four night visit is complete,and busy dates ahead mean I’ll unpackmy things but not the love or each conceitcollected while away and stirred afresh.The variance … Continue reading →

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Relief

Posted on January 28, 2024 by sputterpub

Succeeding our adventure in the freeze,commuting icy, waiting for a busin wind that nearly knocked us to our knees,and anxious after with the tire fuss(for no one could respond to succor us),we lost some sleep and didn’t venture far;we called … Continue reading →

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Returning Plan

Posted on January 27, 2024 by sputterpub

The ice is still persistently around,but possibly diminished overnight.It’s milk-glass sheets of white upon the ground,and sparkles golden when the sunset lightilluminates tree branches, glitter-bright,inviting eye and camera lens. Some rainis forecasted to cause a melt. That mightafford a way … Continue reading →

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Out to Ice

Posted on January 26, 2024 by sputterpub

The travel to the north was smooth, exceptthe bus app made me do an extra stroll,and then I lost the bumbershoot I keptin netty outside pocket. Soft controlsecurity I breezed instead of crept,and turbulence was gentle rock and roll.But moving … Continue reading →

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I Wonder Why

Posted on January 25, 2024 by sputterpub

I wonder why I stayed up hours late –was it digestive issues, or did Ihave poorly-mixed emotions on my plate?I wonder why. At last I slept, and felt an answer tryto influence my dreams and penetratemy waking thoughts, and start … Continue reading →

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Lucky Number

Posted on December 27, 2023 by sputterpub

Deciding that I’d want some mushroom soupfor dinner on a wet December night,I caught a bus to ride a market loop,to buy ingredients to cook it right.Securing broth and fungi, I was quitedelighted to attain by smartphone appthe lucky-numbered bus … Continue reading →

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Pathfinder Poems

Posted on December 1, 2023 by sputterpub

There was a young Oregon master,who set up a gnome as a casterof spells that would keepus from falling asleep.Now nobody wants to play faster. (Limerick) Thanksgiving brings ustogether for Pathfinderwhile chill Fall’s outside. (Haiku)

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Lost in Guest Space

Posted on November 30, 2023 by sputterpub

I lost this piece of paper and my pen.I searched for them three times before sunrise:the room I used, with phone light, and againby lamplight, straining lower back and eyesto view beneath the bed and shelves, and thenI looked upstairs … Continue reading →

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Three Stations

Posted on November 20, 2023 by sputterpub

Three stations situated near my place –Downtown, Rockridge, and Ashby – are arounda 30-minute walk I oft embrace.The first is up, the others underground.The stroll’s more interesting, is what I’ve found,in north or south directions. But the west(to Ashby, fewer … Continue reading →

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