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March 2019

Care Packaging

Care Packaging

 

I want it all again

Not because it wasn’t enough

But because it wasn’t good enough

I want to smell cut grass

Through open lungs

And run down the yard

As night is falling

And the fireflies and children

Stay out to play

Because it’s summer, and there’s time

 

I want to fix

I want to be less open to the world of men

(as has been said)

 

To save some from before and later on

To have the pleasures

Keep some in a pocket

Bring them out when

Other things have clouded over

And too much is not clear

I want to be so much better

In roles, in practice

Satisfying expectations

While keeping something of myself

Small belief

Small hope

 

I can grow well

Find what it is that stalls regret

Laughs and still has modesty

Cries without fear

Loves well or well enough so that

Injuries inside might breathe in open air

 

C L Couch

 

 

Jin Zan – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=43789378

 

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How to Say It?

How to Say It?

 

God, it’s Monday

That’s not an interjection

Or some kind of epithet

Though God of Mondays would work

Be a working title,

Certainly

 

It’s simply a morning greeting;

I hope to say tomorrow

With the meaning

(and the morning)

God, it’s Tuesday

 

C L Couch

 

 

By 歌川広重 – 東京都立図書館, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=39086057

Morning Glory by Utagawa Hiroshige, 1866 (Japanese Woodblock print)

 

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Paean

Paean

 

I don’t know what time it is

I mean, it’s mid-morning

Not in an hour of

Dramatic dark or anything

The sky outside’s a wash, in fact

Enough light for movement,

Nothing added

 

But I have slept, at last

And feel the thankful fullness

That comes and lives inside

For a while,

When the right kind of unconsciousness

Has happened over hours

 

There are images of nature on TV

Some kind of early-winter story

In March, I can afford

To let it be romantic

All the layers

That they wear

And that nature provides

 

(later on I look;

it’s ten fifty-nine)

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Jaanus Jagomägi on Unsplash

 

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Blush

Blush

 

The flower is old

Nothing untoward happened

The plant from which the flower droops

Is green and brown and healthy

 

Seeing into a dappled sky

The pink is down

There are marks and spots

Peer fuchsias don’t look so well, either

It happens, doesn’t it

 

Little more to say

As day drops toward night

There might be even less tomorrow

Nearby I think there is a bud-in-waiting

To release

Youth into the air

 

Is there a metaphor—well, there

Really is a flower

I’ve seen it every day for two weeks now

And some

Sure

A figure for something else

 

Passage of time

Inexorable results

Everything we gain

Bright then slowly fading

I think you can take us through the rest

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Paintings from my [Spiske’s] thirteen year old nephew. Have a look: http://felixspiske.com.

 

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The Cost of Velocity

The Cost of Velocity

 

Wind is all around

Thanks to a machine

I’ll take it

Because sometimes if

We’re lucky, this

Is what we get

 

Maybe a mountain top would improve

Sensation

But like organic food, so-called

The fashion of the moment

Trips and climbs can’t be

Afforded

Time and money

Abrogated in favor of, you know,

Food (of any kind)

With the need to stay in place

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Amanda Sandlin on Unsplash

 

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