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Stanzas

The poetry won’t always be profoundor inspirational, if daily writ.Epiphanies and insights don’t abound,but there’s no dearth of things appropriateto notice, whether weather or the soundof body politic or intimate.For even when I don’t have much to say,I pen a … Continue reading

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After Removal

The green above my cottage was removed,that leafed from scrawny trees and barred the waythe neighbors need for new construction, who’vethe right and are polite. I have to say,the absence of those limbs and leaves improvedthe look outside and light … Continue reading

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Pub Trans Pilgrimage

I wanted to be home last night, insteadof riding Muni with the somnolent,and shuffling trains to arrow toward my bedamid some screamers with bizarre intent.I didn’t want to wait so long to treadmy path (the bus was late and slow). … Continue reading

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The Trees Still Stand

The trees still stand, but they’ll soon go awayto make room for the A.D.U. that’s plannednext door. The saw incurs a short delay.The trees still stand. My neighbors have decided to expandtheir dwelling space – of course I said okay.I … Continue reading

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3 Cup Limit

I really don’t mind exiting at 10to walk an hour to a heated bed,where facial lotions will be stroked and whenmy body will relax from toes to head.There’s time enough before I leave my dento read and post and stretch … Continue reading

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Early in October

A neighbor’s light was on at 4 a.m.,but I stayed in my sheets till nearly 6.An hour later there’s a diademof lampshine from above her, that predictsthe students there are readying to mixwith others in a Monday college class.But still … Continue reading

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Youthing

In middle age I took up exercise.I’d had a bout of immobilityand learned how vital, more than even eyes,my body’s movement is. Astounding me,I then grew younger. It was glad surprise.Just like the past year’s big discovery –I’ve daily practiced … Continue reading

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Another Breach

The card expired 15 years ago.I kept it in a box of useless stuffthat someone stole. And little did I knowthe issuer was loose. There was enoughID to activate the old accountand get a new card mailed to an addressnot … Continue reading

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Amorphous Dread

Amorphous dread is my Achilles’ heel.It weakens like I’m cut and lately bled,distracted by unease I can’t conceal:amorphous dread. I don’t complain – no hopes of mine are dead.In most respects I’m living my idealexistence, and no peril looms ahead. … Continue reading

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Bank Walk

I set up an account online, and failedto fund it with a transfer from within.I tried correction via chat – assailedby stupid prompts, and soon had to beginagain with “press or say.” I never nailedthe answer till I turned to … Continue reading

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