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Friendly Vandalism

Posted on June 13, 2022 by sputterpub

We all agree the yard must be redone.At first held hostage by a crazy crone,at last the county moved her. Everyoneremaining knew the hedge would have to go.I thought we pulled the trigger on that gun.But I got home the … Continue reading →

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Immigrant

Posted on June 9, 2022 by sputterpub

A white rose that I know I didn’t plantemerged outside my kitchen recently.I don’t choose roses – me they don’t enchant,though I regard this garden decently.I’m not a fan of foliage like theirs,and I’d prefer to live without the thorns,but … Continue reading →

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Like a Set

Posted on June 8, 2022 by sputterpub

In 1944, when it was made,the owner was permitted to constructa cottage in the yard, on level grade,and in the northeast corner it was tuckedagainst two boundaries, beneath the shadeof trees and vines, rough-cornered and good-lucked.It’s like a set for … Continue reading →

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Nice Neighbor Noise

Posted on June 7, 2022 by sputterpub

I opt to walk and dislike windy storm,so I elect to dwell without a view.I hunker in a garden, shaded, warm,but miss eclipse and pyrotechnics, too.And walkable means density. It’s true:diversity my neighborhood enjoys.So I can spy and eavesdrop on … Continue reading →

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North Wall

Posted on June 5, 2022 by sputterpub

The gate was open and I took a peek.The house was empty. No one was around.My little cottage, tiny and unique,abuts their yard and decorates their ground.I never see my north side. Is it sound?I gazed at painted boards and … Continue reading →

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Saying Goodbye to Cable

Posted on June 1, 2022 by sputterpub

I’ve paid for cable TV 30 years,and all my life I’ve used a landline phone.And as for Comcast Internet, it nearsabout as long as cable in my home.It’s primitive, I know, but many peersare likewise habit- and nostalgia-prone.My son stepped … Continue reading →

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Irrigation

Posted on May 27, 2022 by sputterpub

I love the sound of winter rain.I’d love it August, May or June.But we don’t get that warm refrain,so I’ll enjoy the sprinklers’ tune.

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May Garden

Posted on May 24, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s time to turn the sprinklers on. TodayI checked the settings and I flipped the switch.We used to wait until the end of May,but winter didn’t pour on rain enough.The situation elsewhere’s worse. They saythat west of Rocky Mountains all … Continue reading →

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Avo Bath

Posted on May 14, 2022 by sputterpub

There was no actual calamity –a canceled train one way, and coming back,computers down and signs no one could see,while in between my sleep was short and slack.I witnessed toddler tears, frustrated glee,and tired parents’ optimism black.I made it home. … Continue reading →

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Bone Yard

Posted on April 23, 2022 by sputterpub

While reading news about how far we’ve sunk,I heard a thud of something hit the deck.I looked to find the reason for the clunk,and there was evidence of body wreckthat dropped from high. It wasn’t any skunk.A squirrel or raccoon … Continue reading →

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