pig’s gotta write – July 12

7.11.2015

pig’s gotta write

a pome

he does it every

night

 

hooves on the

keyboard

stomping

about

 

bimbi, oh my

bimbi

his favorite

psalm

 

bimbi, oh my

bimbi

all the day

long.

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speaking truth – July 11

7.11.2015

she lived with

pain for years

until a real

love came.

 

now gone

there is grief

at too quick

an end

 

yet the heights

spoke truth.

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toting want – July 10

I toted numbers

looking for a

pattern

of

hopefulness

against

want

 

then I sat down

for an ice cream

cone

and

was satisfied.

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nor for the cat – July 9

7.5.2015

humid air, hard

tasting of metal

 

breath as through

a wet rag.

 

no place for people

to be

 

nor for the cat.

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electric fanning – July 7

 

7.7.2015

the fan stays constant

rotating wooden arms

flailing a breeze to

aid sleep

 

we rest nearby

catching the merest

hint of its wave

that soothes.

 

so much for living

off the land.

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at some point – July 3

7.3.2015

at some point you

realize

 

that you have fought

many fights

 

survived many

struggles

 

and are surprised

at how well

 

life has turned

out

 

except for the friends

who after

 

a lifetime have

not.

 

there is gratitude

 

and survivor

guilt.

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smart set sidewalks – July 2

6.19.2015

smart set sidewalks

high rent casual

diners

 

what happens to

a nice town

after

 

affluence discovers

the lakeside seaside

ambience

 

that used to be for

year-longers who

hung on

 

when summer touries

moved

on

 

but now have bought

it all up and wander

by

 

with just enough elan

to seem charming

but

 

aren’t.

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she asks for four – July 1

7.1.2015

she asks for four

bag lunches

each morning

 

supposedly for

children

unseen

 

her approach is

slow, steady

head down

 

covered up in

her coat

and hat

 

expression blank

responses

mono-syllabic

 

as if life has

hurt her

so

 

that her inner

conversation

is all

 

she wants

and for

the world

 

to stay out.

 

I watch her walk

down the

block

 

out of sight slow

and steady, head

down.

 

I pray that this isn’t

her only

nourishment.

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Brigham’s vision – June 28

6.28.2015

streets wide enough

for teams of oxen

to turn

 

streets wide enough

for legions

of followers

to learn

 

streets wide enough

for the pavings of heaven

for roadways of jasper,

carnelian and gold

 

streets for the prayings

of a new

revelation

 

streets wide and

wider

for the blessing

of all.

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(Brigham Young, Salt Lake City, 1847)

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flying man – June 27

6.27.2015        [flying man]

he flies in out of the hot

sky, stomping down

onto the play field

 

look mommy look

it’s a flying man

 

or a frying man

if he hits the electric

wires

 

the luggage on his

bag looks like it

could carry a small

buffalo

 

an odd way to celebrate

in the Utah

mountains.

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