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Morning Poem

You walk along in this sea of summer green And think all is normal That all has been homogenized in this Expanse of suburban lawn And then you see it Some flower, loud as a scream, Singing the color of … Continue reading

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Poem For August

. It is always August. If time would stop, it would stand still Under the dog star. Winter lingers, but all of that season is labor Boots, gloves, scarves and coats Off and on, on and off Snow shovels and … Continue reading

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Waking to The River

. If you get there early At the break of dawn At the first of spring Then the river may reveal its mystery to you And you, for a moment, May know it as the Indians did It must be … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, July 9, 2019

. Think of them now, as you look out onto the grass and sky All of them.  Millions.  In cars headed into cities, into buildings, into cubicles This is where all of it has led? But this summer day, when … Continue reading

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afternoon poem #2, June 8, 2019

The trees sway like tall dancers Bent with heavy foliage Their music the breeze Hiding nests and vines In their shady bosoms Alive now, only for weeks

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afternoon poem, june 8, 2019

Somewhere an artifact of that night A ticket stub, maybe Would you have thrown it from the window Of that borrowed car We thought that the scriptures were written On the road before us, on the windshield In a thousand … Continue reading

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Book Review: My Antonia, by Willa Cather

C. S. Lewis wrote that a reader should read two old books for every one new book she reads.   This discipline, he thought, would help to reduce “chronological snobbery:” the idea that the present status quo is the best it … Continue reading

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Morning Post, June 7, 2019

I hear the neighbor’s tires slash through the water standing in the low spots in the road and, as he passes close by my porch, the rhythmic pump of his windshield wipers.  The rain is slow and steady and lays … Continue reading

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Morning Poem #2, June 6, 2019

You walk along in this sea of summer green And think all is normal That all has been homogenized in this Expanse of suburban lawn And then you see it Some flower, loud as a scream, Singing the color of … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, June 6, 2019

In the bright morning the mowers drone And the neighbor’s cats, white and grey Slither down the road Pretending to be benign on their silent feet But ready to kill An early breeze whispers through the line of elms At … Continue reading

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