10.13
driving with the radio off.
humming of tires. subtle
varyings spray the roadside
pavement unrolls, passerbys
move distinctly. walker.
cycle. baggy in the road.
discomfort. the world out
side. going on. inner toil
to stay awkward.
to see the world present.
now, here. not there.
driving with the radio
off.
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10.12
Blowsy, blustery pooh-like
days, high limbs whipping in
the bursts, leaves fluttering
across fields where young
men turn the days of autumn
in one last battlefield for
school honors.
Pleasure. crispness. oxygen
enhanced, chlorophyll depleted
colors open up a feast of beauty
before the sparse times
come.
No matter.
this moment
is all that is needed
for appreciation.
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10.10
a couple of milkbones
and he is a goner.
nudge me this way
pull me that, only
just get me to the
guy with the bones.
doggie looks up with
those big lying eyes
feed me, feed me
they’ve been starving me
forever
before we trot home for
another round of snackrels
it’s a god’s life.
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10.9
shelving goes up
to hold the stuff
that fills our life
until we can decide
that we’ve had enough
of the stuff that flits
and flies and fills
while we juggle it
until we can’t.
at which time we
will decide to
empty
the shelves.
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10.8
first world problems
come at us as if they
were the real thing.
like a child starving
in Ethiopia or a
tsunami season
the world hurts and
cries, and we sweat
the small stuff.
makes you wonder
about judgment
day.
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10.7
Waiting room snoozers,
hand to mouth geezers
we each deal with the wait
according to our inner gait.
to calm, refrain, lean in, remain
the spoken word or silent sprain.
what’s your name sir? insurance
frame whir.
coming now with schedules ready
hold that gaze, keep it steady
waiting, waiting tension heavy.
call my name. I’m resigned already.
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10.6
soft autumn afternoon,
napping before a fire
like a cat, stretched out
and dozy.
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10.4
chanting fills the space
with echoing faith.
long born community
gathering to pray
send, care, gather
for hearts to listen.
chanting fills the huge
space with presence.
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10.3
puppy shows up to be fed
with a friend. hungry strays
telling each other where to
find a meal.
maybe Jesus-dog taught
her from that place where
canines know things they
only hint to us in wags.
her eyes say hello. it’s you.
God sent me.
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10.2
black night rain, slick
with thunder, pummels
outside my window.
I feel happy inside in
my cave, my refuge
from those riven drafts
of the world.
rain outside. me inside.
joy all around.
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