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Tree Sweets

Persimmons hang like orange Christmas spheresand tantalize this squirrel in the yard.She climbs and stretches so her chest appears,and bites the fruit that is no longer hardthe way it was two weeks ago. On guardand geared for predators, I take … Continue reading

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Scourge Surge

I’ve co-existed with the critters here –the garden is their home as much as mine –and wasn’t overbothered till this year,when building on my eastern boundary line,and now the north, has changed the biosphere.Too many skunks no longer seem benign.I’ll … Continue reading

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Five Days of Peace

For five days there was nothing on my list,and I leaned into leisure all I could,aboard my landboat sloop and comfort-kissed,admiring tile, glass, gas flames, and wood.Beginning at a luncheon with a goodold friend, I then embraced full solitude,and hunkered … Continue reading

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Bracketing

As when a high-rise building is allowedto stand above, behind, and at each sideof some historic storefront, there’s a crowdof new construction bordering my prideand joy, the haven where I love to bide.My cottage has existed 80 yearswithout a neighbor. … Continue reading

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A Seasonal Tree

The persimmons hangas ornaments from leaf-lostDecember branches.

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More Walls

No sooner does the eastern building rise,than framing to the north of me begins.At least this one will not assault my eyes –it happens that I’m windowless that way.I’m hopeful neighbor noise won’t agonize(the owners seek no tenants for the … Continue reading

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Interruption

I woke 10 minutes after 4 o’clockabruptly, out of nestled dreaming sleep,to one percussive slap or rap or knock,as if a creature begged to breach my keep.But outside my Dutch door latch and its lockno figure lurked. I toured my … Continue reading

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Dead Heat

My office, an uninsulated shed,is chilly now to nearly March each year.I have a heater that can quickly spreadthe warmth I need to type and pedal here.But I returned from travel to a queeraroma and a noise that shouldn’t be.The … Continue reading

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But Don’t They Care?

But don’t they care about the noise they add?To broadcast music in the local airwhile building next to me? It makes me sad,but don’t they care? I heard it from within my napping chair,and I’ll admit I felt a little … Continue reading

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Incipient Windows

Erection moves along beyond the wallof brick that borders to the east of here.It hasn’t been a silent build at all,and as it grows its western features rear:four holes ill-placed are windows in the tallexpanse (two stories), where no view … Continue reading

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