Happenstance

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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The Final Ten

This daily yoga works like medicine –
it makes me heed the status of my head
and heart; it eases aches in skeleton,
and limbers me for all the moves ahead.
It seems to fuel me more than any bread.
I wish the folks I care for would attend
to words I say that gently recommend
they take the mat themselves. But I recall
my daughter had to urge three times, to bend
my will to try this practice, after all.

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Remodeled

Two score and thirteen years ago, your rent
was low, your spirits high, your windows stuck.
You lived with love that seemed intelligent,
but when it failed you fled with “what the fuck.”
You didn’t note good bones or what it meant
to rehabilitate – you blamed bad luck.
You might instead have worked a long game well,
and earned a satisfying place to dwell.

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Arrowing and Narrowing

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 unpack
my things but not the love or each conceit
collected while away and stirred afresh.
The variance from icy cold to heat
and comfort, idle days and movie nights,
requires time cementing to concrete.

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Relief

Succeeding our adventure in the freeze,
commuting icy, waiting for a bus
in 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 repeatedly about the car;
we tried to cheer until we cheered for real.
The flat repaired, we went to RRR,
and then we savored a rewarding meal.

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Returning Plan

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 light
illuminates tree branches, glitter-bright,
inviting eye and camera lens. Some rain
is forecasted to cause a melt. That might
afford a way to catch my homebound plane.

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Out to Ice

The travel to the north was smooth, except
the bus app made me do an extra stroll,
and then I lost the bumbershoot I kept
in netty outside pocket. Soft control
security I breezed instead of crept,
and turbulence was gentle rock and roll.
But moving here on ground exacts a price,
for where we are is paralyzed by ice.

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I Wonder Why

I wonder why I stayed up hours late –
was it digestive issues, or did I
have poorly-mixed emotions on my plate?
I wonder why.

At last I slept, and felt an answer try
to influence my dreams and penetrate
my waking thoughts, and start to clarify.

This coming week I’ll want to give more weight
to other subjects – listen, aid, apply
attention out. Then I won’t need to state,
I wonder why.

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An Alien Existence

I’m contemplating octopuses now
(two books after a documentary) –
considering its biosphere, and how
it constitutes its life philosophy.
I glimpse that it could organize and be
instead of lone, a sort of colony:
an 8-life cluster of community,
with central vision allocating goals,
conjoined and never needing company.
I’m surely wrong, but so my fancy rolls…

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Unsuitable

Unsuitable they are. I grow aware
their variance is indisputable.
The present state of them I now declare
unsuitable.

The situation’s not inscrutable –
one full of thought and one who doesn’t care
but claims her attitude’s immutable.

Long history can’t justify this wear.
Continuance is nothing beautiful.
It’s sad but true they’ve reached an end, for they’re
unsuitable.

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