Tag Archives: Poetry

Deckfall

Abrupt concussionstartles me at the keyboard:eucalyptus fall.

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A Slice of Nice

On my couchwith good winebeneath my fannear open doors

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I See You

I see you, but I hope you’ll be okayabout it. In the past I’ve edged awayfrom individuals-in-gratitude,who figured my attention would includea friendship growing closer every day. I know you’re manifold, for you displayas much variety as this bouquet.Appreciating you … Continue reading

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Trim Time

It’s near 500 days since I was shorn,and over 50 years since I outgrewattempts to have long hair. I wasn’t bornwith frizzy curls – they came along with newhormones, with dieting and pimples too.I let it grow in quarantine and … Continue reading

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A Little More than Drizzle

Six days ago it sprinkled overnight.I woke at 2 a.m. to gentle rainmore audible than drizzle. With delightI toured my house and savored the refrainof drops on skylight glass. I sought it outin bath and kitchen, manna for my brain,and … Continue reading

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Late Lunch

We started visiting six weeks ago,and every time we meant to share a mealwhen we were done, but each of us would growtoo stressed while watching Mom that weak and frail.We lost all appetite, and didn’t knowa better plan than … Continue reading

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Civilicide

I recognized rambunctious all along.I’ve tried to write-describe our feisty mood.Americans are childish, headstrong,and oft enact from selfish attitude.I think my old perspective isn’t wrong –but makes a misdemeanor out of rudebehavior so extreme, it’s come to beinsane barbaric civil … Continue reading

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Minutiae

The hour hand does not appear to move.My eye cannot perceive the micron growthof rosebuds in the garden. Mornings provethe difference – passing time reveals them bothin motion – but to me they’re not overt.I tend to think today is … Continue reading

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Dismal Dismay

The river level falls – there’s algae bloom.A virus thrives and causes human dearth.Catastrophe takes some but makes more roomfor others, on this planet of our birth.We know no other place that’s such a wombfor life, so teeming as beloved … Continue reading

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Opus June Fourteenth

The number’s Four Five Six: how many dayselapsed from house arrest to June Fifteenof Twenty-one. We’re entering a phaseunmasked, with smaller distances betweenourselves and stranger/neighbors. What our wayswill be unknown, and whether nice or mean.And will I still find grist … Continue reading

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