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October 2019

Cheeses

Cheeses

(Louises)

 

Oh, mouse

Poor mouse

You went swimming

In my coffee

Yesterday

It you had been more traditional,

You would have paddled better

(and at all)

You spent the night in my

Dish-drainer and now are hanging

On a hook with a cutting board that

Has a loop

But I’m sorry to say

You have been replaced

(at a cost of seven dollars)

Well, you dry

Then rest some more in your

Newly dry state

You may be the backup now

The new mouse is okay

I couldn’t write without it

Or you

The touchpad never working right

(or at all)

On the old computer

 

Microsoft, by the way, sent me a

Message that

Our operating system no longer

Is supported

The best advice to buy a new machine

And would I like to see some

Suggestions

 

Sheesh, would Microsoft like to

(you think I’m going to say something

now, and I’m going to say

another thing)

Give me a new machine

Surely, some holiday is coming

 

Microsoft would say,

We can’t afford to do that

To which I say, I believe

You could give everyone a computer today

(I mean everyone)

And still make profit

Enormously, tomorrow

I have a friend there

Maybe Eric would like to

Pass my suggestion along, or

Maybe he’d rather keep his job

 

Which for you, mouse, is neither here

Nor there

Rest, dry, then stand by

You never know

I never know

When I might have to call

The electric play

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by falco from Pixabay

hamelin

 

Two Things More Are Needed

Two Things More Are Needed

 

Grace as surprise

That’s a theme

I like to think of grace

As something

That can be still though

Typically must be

On the move

Like a metal spring

Or a hummingbird

Water

Or the human heart

Any heart

Still enough for recognition

Then it leaps

It has alighted

There is a knock

Small in the world

Like Thorin’s thrush

It will not show the way to

Dragon-hoard

But there is treasure

Like loot taken from a

Pirate in a story

Who does know the use of it,

Poor pirate

 

There is so much more here

And this story’s thrilling

Open it and read a page

Have someone read it for you

Watch for something on a branch

Or on your arm

Listen for a knock

Maybe you’ll let them in

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

 

Spacetime

Spacetime

(as a single word, a thing)

 

I’ve been learning

About this

I’m amateurish

But it seems that it’s a gift

Of fluidity

Against intractability of

What we take for

Metronomic living

 

I could take a trip

Come back still alive

Barely older

When the cure has been invented

And those on Earth might

Wonder how we

Lived so long without it

Then recall

By my spaceship evidence

We didn’t

 

Light bends

Takes its time around galactic clusters

Because it’s needed elsewhere

Later than the normal pace

Allows

Or maybe it’s a cosmic celebration

Of forlorn parts

That, folded,

May come back

 

You see, it’s faster and it’s slower

More wonders to be added

More paper in the capsule

More pencils by the cosmonauts

Who already learned

To write upside-down

 

Fear not

Schools will expand

Along with all the options

Requiring machines

To be stretched into curves

Reshaped into marvels

Potters know the way

 

Each moment will be new

A little chaos is good for everyone

And twisted into tapestry

So that everything

The cosmos and our lives

Is also home

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Genessa Panainte on Unsplash

Calgary, Canada

Fairy Dust

I believe

 

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