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Poetry

Late October

I love hearing the trees talk
sometimes the high branches speak
            and the low branches listen
sometimes the east whispers to the west                 which gives silence in response
sometimes they all chatter at once
            I lie in the sun, watching, listening

I dread the coming winter’s quiet
        absent leafy voices,
              instead violent creaks
disturb the silence,   as do
              small explosions,
breaking branches, piercing snow
        crunching, snapping
              deadened, hollowed,
                     muffled, no water flows
I wish that it would not come soon
but winter’s here in just one moon

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Poetry

Photo of Me

There is a face that I once knew
         we share a nose
                     and a freckle or two
she’s stuck in selfies on my phone
        and ever present when I’m alone

She dances in the picture frames
         at both my parents’,
                        the eyes the same
and even when I’ve grown stout
       the similarity will be pointed out

The imputed I, it claims all things
         that photo there is me, it sings
that car is mine and so are these kids
       and this skin and face
                                      and pale eyelids

Everything is mine, or related to me
         while wise men retort: mistakenly!
mistaken appearance all my own
         true as ash to fire and dust to stone

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Poetry

Controlled Demolition

Everyone expects

      A bang!

           A surprise!

     Shock and chaos
        reflected in wide blue eyes

But falling in its own footprint

The detritus simply smokes

Blinding our eyes
                little surprise
      we can’t realize

The truth of the state
                 which we create

Too close we’ve come
        too far we’ve been
we now seek something in between

In degenerate times
    it is impossible to build purely

Follow the path out
         and do not rejoice in death

make good use of this little time left

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Poetry

Get on with it

(alternative title: How to not do you)

I’ve a laundry list of things to do
not one of them involving you
so, if you please, I’ll be
getting on with my day

While I’d love to sit and stay
and chat until we’re old and gray
I know it just won’t be enough
so I’ll get on without it

Under red oak and blue sky I sit
to meditate and improve my wit
still I know it won’t be enough
so I get on with it

I guess I’ve gotten a bit more fit
and especially if by salt-lamp lit
I think I might be good enough
but I must errands run

Now a silly story my mind has spun
transforming chores from bore to fun
I purify my karma now
so I can move on too

And though there is so much to do
I just can’t stop thinking on you
so how am I supposed to act?
I get on with it

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