the squirrels are running – August 15

8.15.2017 [the squirrels are running]

the squirrels are
running
unseen.
but specific branches
are moving
thirty
forty
fifty foot up
in those trees
and there’s
no wind.

where
they prance
dance
jump
twirl
in a chase of
of passion
or anger
or play.

that’s the part
that’s hard
to distinguish,

but this we
know

that there’s
movement
up there

and it’s
them.
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why did you take my daddy – August 8

8.6.2017 [why did you take my daddy]

why did you take
my daddy away.

at age two he could
now talk and ask.
six months earlier
I had to tell him and
his family that dad
would never be
coming home again.

I kept the details to myself;
that he’d blown off half
his face with a shotgun
in the field,
and how I went
into shock
when I had to identify
what was left of him
at the morgue.

I work for God,
I told him, I’m not
God. but neither God
nor I took your daddy.
Your daddy decided
to go. And God is
taking care of him
now, for when the
two of you will
hopefully
see each other
again. someday
in heaven.

those who say
that people will be
better off without them,
don’t have a clue.
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adorable – July 26

7.26.2017 [adorable]

she swings her leg
upward
like a pendulum
of love

standing with
one leg propped
on the counter

all unawares
of how adorable
she looks.

such a good deal
that I get to call her
mine.
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callings – July 25

7.25.2017 [calling]

a memory itches at my mind
pulls, calls, reaches out.
a young man,
sitting beside a pond
an edge of green
trees moving out
ahead to a point.

and to his right a bay less
traveled where a
younger boy will call for
his father
because a large old bass
has taken his simple bobber
and string hook and is tugging
him out into the deep.

the young man is looking.
across to the empty shore
where tubercular
patients of times past
waited in their
sanitarium barracks
for the fresh airs to
cure their despair.

the boy’s reflection,
attentive openness,
calls to me and gestures.
come closer
I have something to tell you.
come here.
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trumpcare 101 – July 21

7.21.2017 [trumpcare 101]

it’s not really insurance,
the lady tells him
you pay us $164 now
and we can see your son

then we’ll give you a
receipt that you file
with that company
for reimbursement.

is there someplace else
the man asks,
before they
leave.
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brown bounding bomber – July 10

7.10.2017 [brown bounding bomber]

twin ears filing towards
the sky, brown bomber
of my garden, muncher
of dandelion greens,
stay away from my
zucchinis.
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a room that hints – July 3

7.3.(6.25)2017

Jesus you are a mystery

to me, entering and

exiting through magic

walls while I watch

from a room that hints

without revealing.

 

Stop and talk with me

Jesus, that I might

see your face directly

and unafraid.

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excuse me Lord

I did not understand.

for now, through a

glass darkly

will be just fine.

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