30 days of poems – 2020 {22}
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molasses cookies
an old recipe
tied to early memory
in a kitchen
long gone
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molasses cookies
an old recipe
tied to early memory
in a kitchen
long gone
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this morning
my tea tag said:
trust is the union
of intelligence
and integrity
and i laughed
because yesterday
i spent the day
trying to find a way
to fit into a world
where truth is not believed
and facts
no longer matter
and here i am
another morning
sipping tea
with a tiny thread
of answer
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hinterland
i miss you
the way a flower
grieves lost petals
still
i set seed
feeding hungry birds
and ravaged wildlife
refusing
sun’s command
to wither
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all the
lawns mown
stay home
closets sorted
stay home
hearts broken
stay home
wallets emptied
stay home
cupboards bared
stay home
minds bent
stay home
platitudes buried
stay home
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overgrowth
(for alice)
nature has a way
of reclaiming
territory
just one lesson
taught
by my garden
grey turns to green
and there is no sky
and my head
keeps hitting
this ceiling
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schooled
so many lessons
not learned
the test of humanity
times up
put down your pencil
pass or fail
your presence
required
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imprimatur
beneath
a freshly-stitched
quilt of snow
a garden
plots
revenge
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the dead fox
kitten
curled in a ball
at the side of the road
has been there
for a week
now
yesterday
the turkey vultures
arrived
squawking rudely at me
as i skirted by:
circle!
circle!
circle!
before rising
into deaf grey sky
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sitting with it
because
today
that’s my best
offer
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green
is suddenly
everywhere
like fear and
purple anxiety
this rainbow
kaleidoscope
of days
perpetually
shifting
a mosaic
of all things
human
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