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May 27, 2011
Three exalted surgeons
In lab coats starched and white
(One had his hair cut for the day)
Convened at the appointed spot
A miracle of scheduling.
I was afraid but ready,
Having scouted round the place,
Till I began, in camera
To seduce each naked face.
They laughed and clowned around.
Vanity unfurl… Read full post »
May 26, 2011
I read about a woman
Who says she is opposed
To the Pursuit of Happiness.
It's the truth she seeks.
She writes it down
And with it all the pain
Our daily rituals erase.
As she sees it
(And who cannot deny)
Life is hard; what we enjoy
… Read full post »
May 25, 2011
Bob Dylan, as of yesterday
Has reached the age of seventy.
This bard of youth, this angel
Of that long past, open time is now
Among the old he once defied. It's certified.
I wonder is he's wizened now and dark in thought?
Friends who see him say… Read full post »
Permanent ink, permanent wave
Think of the future, work hard and save
Early to bed, early to rise
Everyone happy, nobody cries.
Or so it was said, when I was small.
Now those ideals don't work at all.
Ask the people in Joplin MO.
There may be/… Read full post »
May 23, 2011
The lovely Penelope lies back and bares her breast
The actor, in a character twice her age, bends down
Like a lion, or a beggar about to plunge
Into a hot and steaming, or still moving, meal.
Sir Ben is glassy-eyed with personal intent.
He stares ahead,… Read full post »
May 22, 2011
Civilization, it's been said
Dates back to the tilling of land
And raising up one's food stock
On home ground.
New concept, home
A local place
You'd plant your seed
And tend them, on the spot.
Saved women time
Less running around
Hunting, gathering and that.
The tribe ate… Read full post »
May 21, 2011
If sound were points of light,
My pre-dawn woods and garden, dark and black
Would look like Paris in the night.
Stretching in their nests, a cacophony of birds
Creates an orchestra of sorts, all singing in the dawn.
Do they think the day can't come in on… Read full post »
May 20, 2011
So it's tomorrow, hip, hip hurray!
Just think of the things
I'll not get done today
Forget the deadlines, just let them go
Don't do the dishes - no one will know
Don't pay the bills -that's understood
And healthy food, give me a break
Let's pass around some… Read full post »
May 19, 2011
It was a pale night like tonight
The full moon filled the skylight
And through the open windows
Came the distant hiss of sea.
The house stood alone in a meadow
Looking out on folds of land
And all around, long grasses
Made their own sea in the breeze.
… Read full post »
May 18, 2011
A woman's shaking hands
Opening her purse.
She'd set it on the counter
Where you sign the credit cards.
It was kind with clamps,
She pulled it open with two hands.
People in the line behind were leaning on their carts.
She paid no mind.
She took her time,… Read full post »
May 17, 2011
The rain - again - has framed it well
Some green and fluid
Baseless spell, with kelpy tendrils winding
Round the mind and squeezing tears
That mutely come
Though there's no seeming cause.
Sometimes all the worldly causes just converge
As on this rainy morning, innocent and dark
When images of h… Read full post »
Everyone, since the dawn of time,
Has advised me to be patient.
In school, they'd say, Don't fret. Just wait.
Your Mother's on her way.
I'd sit. The sun would arc across the sky.
And by the end I'd wonder why, why was I there
Why even was I born, and where,… Read full post »
May 15, 2011
"It's something you never think about,"
Said the man, of the Louisiana swamp
Whose spilled-over Mississippi waters
Were about to consume his house,
"You are this place."
The story, in the morning Times
Concerned the current flood, a way of life
And what would soon be swept away.
It asks what wil… Read full post »
I'm late this year.
My time spread thin.
Too many lives.
Must get them in:
Fat zucchini, peppers, squash
Potatoes I will love to mash
Little lettuce, parsley, dill.
I'll plant them all.
I know I will.
May 13, 2011
Sometimes I just want to go home.
Have the friendly doorman greet me
(I'm the daughter from the country)
Go up the lift, and down the quiet hall
Her door, whatever season, spring or fall
Always has sprig of holly, and a bell.
If my plane was late, the dinner would be waiting,
At the table… Read full post »
May 12, 2011
In a little coastal town
That prefers to be unnamed
A gaily painted shed
Stuffed with cast off clothes and such
In the common ground proclaims
"Expect a Miracle."
Its a place to go
For someone barefoot, needing shoes
Or someone looking for a change
Or someone burdened by… Read full post »
May 11, 2011
Staring straight into Aquarius
I grip the railing
Engines roar and
And wicked winds tear
At my clothes and
Sting my eyes and burn my nose.
And I'm just standing on my deck.
As my mother'd say, I am a wreck.
I want to flee
… Read full post »
May 10, 2011
Everything in every moment
Ending, being born.
All around too many words.
Too many needs.
Too many shoulds.
Exortations pounding down like rain.
Fight this. Win that.
Hate them. Buy mine.
What's to know?
Arnold and Maria are no more.
Why should I… Read full post »
May 9, 2011
What if my heart said
I'm not into this today?
I mean, all this
Day after day.
Or what if my new car said,
Ha! You're not
I've got some PTO
And places I've just longed to go.
Or what if God… Read full post »
May 8, 2011
All is quiet.
Only shadows dancing now.
On the walls of memory
Who can tell?
A light wind sighs
And lifts the skirts of trees
And stirs unease around the heart
And pulls a veil of cloud across the stars.
There's a new cross on the… Read full post »
First the surprises.
The endurance of irises.
Heat, frost, rain, drought
Without a doubt
Of all the things one ought to do
Do not grow one
The Cecil Bruner blooms but once a year.
But it takes at least that long
Simply to recover from
Its blinking… Read full post »
May 6, 2011
There's a road near here
Runs through vineyards
Long and straight
Not much shoulder
Grapes mean dollars
So the rows extend
As far as they can go.
In the early mornings
When the fog is lifting
Or even when the rain
Is sheeting down
And I am speeding
Down the road to work
I see them every time
Regardl… Read full post »
When they reach into the earth
Watch carefully, you'll see
The earth receives them visibly
Like an embrace.
He's from another place but still
Even here on my dry soil, the earth itself
Responds and seems to recognize
A kindred touch
Even their respective colors seem to match
His hands, a… Read full post »
May 4, 2011
After conflict, stillness comes
A pulling in of energies
A clearing of the inner sight
It takes some time to put things right
When all is change
At least that's what they say
Its true you feel a certain strange
Uncertain rhythm to the day
An unevenness of… Read full post »
The air is chill, the sky is deep and black
Altair, the Eagle, shining way up high.
And in the dark, the universal breath
Collects itself, as one does before a cry.
And suddenly, the night erupts
And all the creatures form a chorus
And with the rising light, sing in the… Read full post »