Tagged: poetry
most days, it’s a strict
most days, it’s a strict
toleration, when no big
nor small gestures can
indicate otherwise – somewhere
between stillness and stalemate
.
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nine times out of ten,
nine times out of ten,
the flavor of the month turns
sour, gets discarded
.
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on the way to a
on the way to a
southern summer, ninety-degree
fahrenheit – even
the mischievous chipmunk stands
still, long enough for a reprieve
.
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we wait all day for
we wait all day for
something to happen – in the
microcosm of
our backyard – life, death, and the
great escape, if only for now
.
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like humans, squirrels
like humans, squirrels
have many faces – charming
or terrorizing
.
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the cat makes its round
the cat makes its round
every morning, under the
watchful eye of half
a dozen squirrels, two local
chipmunks, and this spring’s wren brood
.
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at the botanic
at the botanic
garden, introductions abound
for those who’ve lost touch
.
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on the whole, we live
on the whole, we live
unnamable existences –
morph, decay, evolve
.
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mom’s miniature
mom’s miniature
roses survived after all
these years, countless tries
later, now out back fending for
themselves against wandering deer
.
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catching us off guard,
catching us off guard,
sweet yellow magnolias,
unlocking a mystery
.
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