Category Archives: Transit

Dead End

Posted on September 9, 2023 by sputterpub

“No Outlet” read the sign I passed last week.Before I saw its front, I tried to guessits words. I backtracked just to get a peek,expecting “Not a Thru Street” I confess.When I was young, the wording was unique –so “Cul-de-Sac” … Continue reading →

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Not Missing You

Posted on August 29, 2023 by sputterpub

I’ll want to say I missed you when you’re back,but I don’t think those words will be sincere.We talk too much – I never feel a lack –and you’re so often home you’re always near.You like to wage a vehement … Continue reading →

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Traffic Monitors

Posted on August 15, 2023 by sputterpub

My mood was good already, but it rosea little higher when I saw the birds –two pigeons gazing roadward in a posesuggesting they were monitors of cars.They perched, wings folded, steel beneath their toes,and seemed when traffic passed them to … Continue reading →

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Train Sound

Posted on August 7, 2023 by sputterpub

I wonder why I heard the train today.Inversion in the atmosphere can bringthe whistle from the tracks that edge the bay,but weathermen have not said anythingof variance. The rails are miles away(like two point five by crow or seagull wing).The … Continue reading →

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10K

Posted on August 3, 2023 by sputterpub

I’ve walked for transportation 60 years,and seldom counted steps except when bored,or treading stairs to shift kinetic gearsand reach a railroad platform. I affordmyself a lot of time without an app reward,odometer, or any figured goal.But I’ve a phone I … Continue reading →

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Sisters and Bend

Posted on July 17, 2023 by sputterpub

We looked at quilts and beadwork Saturday.Although our time included other sights,the textile work and woman-craft held sway,and influenced our thinking several nights.It didn’t make me want to sew the wayit may have pushed her to creative heights,but it was … Continue reading →

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Opting Out

Posted on July 16, 2023 by sputterpub

I didn’t sleep enough last night, althoughI walked eleven thousand steps before.For that and time alone, I opted “no,”when offered wheels to bike the river shore.I stretched and then I gladly locked the door,eliminated waste and travel grit,relaxed and wrote … Continue reading →

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Rabbitbrush

Posted on July 15, 2023 by sputterpub

Of rabbitbrush we learned when we enjoyeda 3 day/2 night visit to the realestate that’s called high desert. It’s employedby rabbits as a cover more than meal,and occupies the space that would appealto succulents or cactus down below.With rabbitbrush no … Continue reading →

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Wayward

Posted on July 13, 2023 by sputterpub

I’m taking stock right now of how I feel.I try to do this every single day,but I’m about to leave, and as I reelamong my body parts, I sense okay.The pains of yesterday have gone away –that tweak in upper … Continue reading →

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Transit Sightings

Posted on July 12, 2023 by sputterpub

Ahead of me, a woman walks uphill.She’s dressed for exercise, with phone to ear.She angles leftward toward the street, untilshe nears the curb, and then she turns to veerto right and plodding on her way, proceedszigzagging up the street. I … Continue reading →

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