We saw the tented house across the street
three days ago, when heading with a friend
to lunch. The draping figures in defeat
of residential insects. To defend
one’s home from infestation’s now complete
disruption; human dwellers must contend
at distance, while they let a toxin catch.
Today I note the silvergrassy match.
It doesn’t rise to OCD, to check
again that tasks, on leaving home, are done.
I never left an iron on, to wreck
my place, but every now and then I’ll run
back to find power use or, what the heck,
a door unlocked? So most the time there’s none
amiss, but yesterday I let transpire
two hours out with heater still afire.
The office afternoon today is all
my calendar’s recording for this week.
The uncommitted hours form a sprawl
like downy carpeting toward what I seek.
I’ve half a dozen days, to overhaul
precisely nothing. Maybe I’ll bespeak
a gentle outline for the coming year,
to help me blaze a novel habit here.
My dream was cinematic Thursday night.
It showed at least a middle and an end.
Protagonistically, I did all right,
and as I dawned awake I caught a trend.
I’d paused in dream to give time passing might.
I leaned to learn, commenced to comprehend
I needed young a softer attitude.
If he’d survived, I’d give him gratitude.
Five households have to dump our garbage here.
At times abuse can dig beneath my skin,
especially at move-out time of year
or Yule, which is the tide that we’re now in.
Today I lift the lid and see – oh dear,
a mass of bags and cardboard fill the bin.
Recyclable, compostable – a drag.
I move it, but I note the neighbor’s tag.
On Christmas Day, midday, I traveled east,
from company and glee to solitude.
I felt the love but, still, to be released,
released in me sweet thanks quite unpursued.
The sky shone blue although the chance increased
for storm. I walked the empty streets and viewed
with pleasure solo legs to my domain.
Ten minutes home, the heavens loosed hard rain.
It seems to energize her to declare.
Assertion and contention are her way,
at least with me – and I suspect it’s fair
assuming that with others, she will say
as strongly, and excuse herself, that there
is reason – she’s a character. But hey –
her loud mistakes give neither of us joy.
My caring calls do little but annoy.
Eschewing added sugar years ago,
occasions come when I partake a bit.
For birthdays, and within December’s glow,
confections are not inappropriate.
This week my inventory’s exquisite.
Although I’m rich I won’t rush it away –
I used to binge but that’s a bane I quit;
I’ll savor one piece, every other day.
I slept more solidly last night, and rose
without a dream to recollect, I thought.
But starting coffee hearing drizzle throws
at me a memory of ants, that brought
suggestion from my slumber: many rows
of formicary messengers that sought
my light and warmth. This vision I recall,
and then remove one spider from a wall.
The raptor’s nest, I’m thinking, signals me,
while transiting the deck. My eyes ingest
on leafless branches what appears to be
the raptor’s nest.
Too high for squirrels, hawkish squawks attest
to presence in my home vicinity.
On some occasions I see soars in quest
of calories to nurture progeny.
Today I gather evidence I’m blessed
with noble neighbors. I’m that glad to see
the raptor’s nest.
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