12.11.2014
saint anthony, saint
anthony turn around
my lost things today
you found
coffee cup and wrist
watch too. how do I
say thanks to you.
trivial though I know
they be, I pray your
brothers so busy be
to find the lost and
cure the sick, to do
their parts as quick,
quick, quick.
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12.10.2014
dads with daughters
on tiptoe open
tiny fists to put coins
into the red kettle
roughened workmen
stuff in dollars and
grandmas and old
guys in slippers
put in more
teens pass by tied
to smart phones that
leave them dumb to
hand-held bells
and Mercedes lady
leaps past to get a
Starbucks then jets
to zoom away.
but the deli man’s
soup warms more
than cold footing,
a gift for his giving
it makes both our days.
red kettle ringing,
is happiness gathering
people hearts watching
and christmas all day.
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12.7.2014
do you know how
blessed you are
the girl said? to have
chocolate to drink?
when I had my baby
I had gruel and it was
all my family could
give.
and then she cried,
for the grace that
was now in her
life.
from hands led to
her, and she to
them,
by grace.
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12.6.2014
the water pushes
back.
arms, legs,
torso, trunk
lift that barge,
tote that bale
one two three
four,
wail, wail, wail.
aging bodies
staying well
these are the ones
you want to hang
out with.
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12.5.2014
full moon trees
sparse against snow
like a Robert Frost poem
christmas lights
through woods
like fairies in wind
breathe it in,
sense it all soft
and clear cold
eyelids wide
at the grace.
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12.4.2014
jesus’ hands, making
wall charts to find
homes
making policy state
ments to create
categories
opening doors
for empty
faces.
present in those
who do not even
know
that they are
jesus’
hands.
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Hawai’i: Poems from a Promised Land, on Amazon
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Here’s a taste
—————————– [Ocean Views]
Pele oozed her soul
out over land rising
from the sea
coal like landscape
beautified by floral
posturings
air kissed by windward
ocean streams, a touch
of horizon
light brighter than day
floating
in my eyes.
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12.1.2014
wind chill chill
cut me still
leave me
breathless
losing will.
leave me home
not alone
snug with
my bunny
warm, warm, warm.
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11.28.2014 [olden times]
rear wheels drive
like in olden times
when knights were
bold and we all
slept in log cabins
before there were
beatles and sync
boys
back in ancient days
like, you know,
the fifties.
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11.29.2014
across a parched skinny sky
flocks skim southward
on an unconscious
inner guide we know
nothing of.
aliens from feathers
and fin we observe
but connect not.
stretched afar by
our self-chosen
distractions,
we have lost touch.
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