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Monthly Archives: April 2017
For a Gentle April in Syracuse
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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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 … Continue reading
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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 … Continue reading
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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 … Continue reading
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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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Spring Window Tanka
Long pine arms outstretched greenfingered hands offering rainglistened diamonds- So Nature’s creatures marry April rain to all fresh growth
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Growing School
A thousand bits of wisdom can be learned From soil and growth as soon as beds are turned: There grow the small but soon-tall spears of chives, The first green to announce perennial lives. From these and from their cousins, … Continue reading
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Lines on the First Day of Planting
That spot in my down-low back (that place where the cute girls had dimples) where aching begins while I’m not watching where spasms will sing me to sleep where I creak in the slow mornings From that place will now … Continue reading
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