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Zero Sum

If life’s a game, and winners play each round,a scheme as heartless as, by any name,divinity, barbarities abound.If life’s a game. Your tears fuel poetry but have no claimto better life or more extensive ground.Survival’s often traveling with shame. So … Continue reading

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Year End

Regardless of the date I post this poem,I typed it on December 31st.Expecting rain, I edited at home,the place where I’m most likely to be versed.Without an outside aim, I’ll be immersedin words and in a bath with bomb and … Continue reading

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Answering (L’s Question)

I’ve lost some friends, I said when I replied.(The question was who do I hang with now).Some moved away, retired, and residein states I seldom visit. Others bowto an infirmity and don’t abideactivity. The saddest have lost howto think or … Continue reading

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Winter Wind

I heard the wind blow hard all through the night,and up before the sun I hear it still.I checked the weather app, and clocked the sightof “feels like 24″ from gale-caused chill.I hesitate to venture out, but rightacross the deck … Continue reading

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Smelling

At 4 a.m. I stirred and sensed the stingof musk from neighbor skunks invade my sleep.I saw the pair at 7 and, next thingI knew, the reek again began to seepinto my cottage. I don’t try to keepthe creatures off … Continue reading

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Fray-cation

A week ago, an easy week commenced.Except for Tuesday, nothing filled my plate.I felt no claims I’d rather have dispensedwith: nothing asked of me that couldn’t wait.I might have learned how to procrastinate,but I don’t have the patience to delay.My … Continue reading

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Good Evening

If I assumed this posture every night,my knees might lock; my power bill might soar.But after being out since noon, the sightof hearth and feel of warmth are goodness morethan candy, presents, even candlelight.I gaze at hand-knit socks, and in … Continue reading

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Keys

Attention to some inattention nowbecomes a treatment I prescribe today.The recent past implies I’m losing howto survey home before I go away.Appliance on, a bolt unthrown, conveythe message reinforced to some degreesthat though at large I’m managing okay,I have to … Continue reading

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Silvergrass

We saw the tented house across the streetthree days ago, when heading with a friendto lunch. The draping figures in defeatof residential insects. To defendone’s home from infestation’s now completedisruption; human dwellers must contendat distance, while they let a toxin … Continue reading

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Losing It

It doesn’t rise to OCD, to checkagain that tasks, on leaving home, are done.I never left an iron on, to wreckmy place, but every now and then I’ll runback to find power use or, what the heck,a door unlocked? So … Continue reading

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