wouldn’t it be nice – September 30

Posted on October 1, 2013 by landl30

9.30

the dish machine churns nicely in

my hearing. washing, turning,

spraying clean.

 

wouldn’t it be nice if there was a

machine for scrubbing hearts. turn

it on, four hour delay, start anew.

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scientific orthodoxy – September 29

Posted on September 29, 2013 by landl30

9.29

scientific orthodoxy seems

so afraid these days

of anything bespeaking

eternity.

 

as if only a dead end trap

of dying rocks will do

for measuring and testing

worlds

 

dried up and dying, ending

and sighing, the robotic

voices taser through to

nothing.

 

naive and noble, I think

I will stick with faith

that has a hope and

room

 

for all of us.

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pulling out summer’s weeds – September 27

Posted on September 28, 2013 by landl30

9.27

pulling out summer’s weeds,

crop, mixed veggies,

to free the soil for a

winter breath.

 

the soils roil and roll, sift

and smother, indentations

marking where the spade

dives under

 

to separate, chop, cleave,

roots that cling.

the ground will thank us

in the spring.

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grace in between – September 26

Posted on September 27, 2013 by landl30

9.26

The leaves have begun

their descent into the

crannies and wrinkles of

bone bare sump below

the dam.

 

soon colors will flare and

singe but not yet. a pause,

as if hesitant anticipation

is the harbinger of what

will come.

 

cool winds, empty skies,

scattered high skiff clouds

at aetrial heights, wingtips

heading south in vee form

slashes

 

and roastings around home

fires in cabined woods, eyes

and hearts resting back

into cane-backed rockers

of safe harbor.

 

a restful pause of grace

in-between.

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home run – September 25

Posted on September 26, 2013 by landl30

9.25

I sat with you tonight in the big brass

baseball glove, me a little self-conscious

of my weight, you the girl in the pretty

pink jacket and jeans. I fell in love with

you again almost before I saw the digital

download, when you turned to me with

your earrings and smile. I was a goner.

home run. double play. wheel me home.

take me away.

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concrete piers remain – September 24

Posted on September 25, 2013 by landl30

9.24

concrete piers remain

above the water below

the bridge

 

relics from the time before

when we crossed

the pond

 

on rickety wood spans

that creaked when we

drove

 

and stepped over their

cracked ribs

to safety.

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due do dates – September 23

Posted on September 23, 2013 by landl30
9.23
mortgage is due, baby is due,
what to do when the dream
has fallen through.
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the waiters wait – September 22

Posted on September 23, 2013 by landl30

9.22

the waiters wait with

just the touch of interest

in how my day has

gone.

 

will you have something

to drink or shall I fill

your water glass and

then abscond

 

oh yes, the carapace is

divine, I prefer it and of

course served with just

the proper wine

 

so decorous they move

as if the outer world is

just a myth, so easily left

and never missed.

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a single red stamen – September 20

Posted on September 21, 2013 by landl30

9.20

a single red stamen

stands tall amidst the

sea of dead and dying

leaves as if dropped

in by arrow specificity,

a mystery of grace and

random chance.

 

like each soul in a desert

calling

to the Lord.

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red clover signals – September 19

Posted on September 19, 2013 by landl30

9.19

Red clover mites are swarming the

back deck and walls. Out front bees

of all sorts clamber over the flailing

jade plants, and birds of almost

any feather empty the premium

cardinal blend from the four

perched tube.

 

Getting ready for fall, says the wiser

voice in my house. Not vermin, but

simple getting-ready folks that a

mommy home creator recognizes

easily as fellow nurturers. Put those

acorns away for the winter run, crack

those black walnuts for meal.

 

I get so comfortable in my ac’d house

that I miss the signals nature puts all

around me. Fall beauty saying time to

get ready, spare times a’coming so

fire up the food, shelter, clothing,

friend warmth.

 

I wonder what other signals I’m missing.

Time to look up.

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