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For a Gentle April in Syracuse

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The delicate lacing of leaves being born with the dawn –
The gazing out windows in hope of a glimpse of a fawn –
The gray rolling furball of squirrels getting busy on grass
Surrounded by tulips all rising above their green mass –
Potato halves pucker as they sit and chit in the sun.
Rudebekia, asters reach for the light as squash vines run,
All straining toward the fresh air they’re all anxious to feel,
Though for this month only, outside night would all their fates seal.
Spring grasses are greenest and shine in the morning’s cool light,
Arched softly above the wild violets in purple and white.
Golden daffodils and their sweet cousins, narcissus, in bloom
Bring the sun’s own affection and perfume the entire room.
All Pagans, all Christians, agnostics and Muslims and Jews
Receive Nature’s love from the Spring, who refuses to choose.

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Tercets Written While Thinking About Facebook

Out of the echoes and into the void
Where we’re alone and may well be destroyed
Or at the least, then, a little annoyed.

Opening mind and perhaps even heart
Makes us all wiser than at our own start
Even our prejudice may fall apart.

Close up the window that shows a blank wall
Keeps us most ignorant, selfish and small
Hands and eyes open, watch our own fears fall.

All these connections, if real ones, can make
More of us rather than less if we take
Chances and try hard to remain awake.

Natural tendencies to weave a nest
Out of those like us will not serve us best
Though it’s much easier to self-invest.

Open mind, open heart, eyes and hands, too,
Open the world to us, widen our view
Change us, arrange us, maybe make us new.

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Hollow Man

All you who in your freedom chose to follow,
In hate and ignorance of what would come,
Him whose wizened heart and head are hollow,
Come embrace your consequence and doom.
Chameleon, snake or call him what you will,
He’s pushed you to accept by small degrees
All postures, lies, deceptions vile, and still
You hang on to your hateful fantasies.
Did you really think his shouted hate
Would turn on others only and leave you
Alone to boast of your superior fate?
Did you believe you were the chosen few?
Can you still think that this most hollow man
Will not take from you everything he can?

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Haiku for Trump at the Start of Growing Season

seedlings curl upward
two tiny green praying hands
begging time to live

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Sonnet for Mr. Trump

We’ve had thirty years to love and live
Compressed distress at first though not of late,
And now at last we have something to give
To those we love to soften, ease their fate.
It isn’t much, but much the richer we
Have been for some few years by work and luck
Than ever we believed we two could be
Since we first met and were quickly lovestruck.
This happiness and peace now we enjoy
Has been enough; we could stop now and know
We’ve overbalanced troubles with great joy,
But some we love most dearly can’t say so.
Please Trump, don’t bomb the world to watch it burn;
Our children and their children need a turn.

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Meditation on Palm Sunday

Nothing’s changed at all since then, you know:
The mobs’ huzzahing for you, waving palms
As long as what you offered fed their souls
Or offered to their egos constant alms.
You made them feel superior to the crowd;
You gave them reasons to desert their wives
And easily forgive themselves, allowed
To follow you and simplify their lives.
The ranting crowds now also have their cause,
It, too, should matter to the least of us,
But equally, their leaders need applause;
When they don’t get it, they are furious.
How much collateral damage does it cost
Before what’s gained is less than what’s been lost?

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Sleet

Soft percussive drops
sleet melts at Earth’s lightest touch
expressed from grey skies
becoming green things’ warm blood
by sweet indifferent magic

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