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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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Justice

Since we were to live in Houston only about a year, long enough for dad to make his contribution to the engineering of a new polyethylene plant in Taft, Louisiana, we moved into an apartment instead of buying a house.  … Continue reading

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LISTENING TO ARETHA FRANKLIN

. I hear the drums and saxophone The piano and guitar Baby, baby, sweet baby . . . And I am lifted out of my chair Lifted up, I’ll tell you. Higher and higher It shakes me to the core … 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 cold … 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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Morning Poem, May 30, 2019

You have to get it down in ten minutes How you felt about this life You look at the quiet yard behind you And think in frantic pace Of all the unspeakable gone before The color of the river that … Continue reading

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Evening Post, May 30, 2019

I wouldn’t have thought that anybody would be out in this rain.  That’s probably why it scared me so when I saw the limbs of the sumac shake and the grey, bent figure come out from under them.  It was … Continue reading

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Evening Post, May 30, 2019

I wouldn’t have thought that anybody would be out in this rain.  That’s probably why it scared me so when I saw the limbs of the sumac shake and the grey, bent figure come out from under them.  It was … Continue reading

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Morning Walk, April 2, 2019

In the early morning of Spring the robins stand in the grass and hold their ground even as I approach.  They eye me silently, heart beating ninety miles an hour, wary of their new nest.   Something I cannot see, but … Continue reading

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