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Nowhere People
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I rock sometimes,
Seated cross-legged here
Between bouts of writing;
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It works out my lower back
And keeps me in motion,
Which seems important
In the smaller ways
To do so;
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I might like the rocking chair,
I don’t know;
There is an association
That could be revised:
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Saving the rocking chair for age,
For those still in motion
Not going anywhere
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Photo by Morgan Vander Hart on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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The Arrival
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My people don’t believe
In me,
And I am sad
And I am vengeful—the
Only thing allowed to be
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I shall find them In their lairs
And look for justice,
Any sign of righteousness
Because
I am all mercy as well
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I stay my hand
And also bring it down
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I’d rather they live in paucity
And peace with Earth
And each other,
Leaving the world no worse,
If not better,
When a generation’s
Done with it
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Creation is renewable
As it is sustainable,
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But I have other children;
Here,
I have placed a point
In time
For an arrival
And the last catastrophes
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I wish they would be good,
I wish they would believe,
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I wish that judgment
Perfect in me
Could be a happy process
When all of us are here
At last
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Comet NEOWISE
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(x = space)
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Just-So Story
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God is like dust upon the floor,
Too easily swept up,
Cast out, forgotten ‘til it
Appears again
And we take it as
Nuisance
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No, it is not God
(bits of God’s creation)
But a metaphor,
Since we so easily ignore something
That is everywhere
So easily ignored
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And move to name detritus,
An inconvenience to
Our just-so lives,
Just so
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Rudyard Kipling wrote Just So Stories. Note from an English teacher.
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photo by Chalaphan Mathong on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Quasi una Fantasia
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More gray skies—
I know the sun is healthier
But the gray doesn’t show
The dust bunnies in
Their warrens, which
Creatures I’ve
Discovered like to roam
The place at night,
Which is why there are
So many new signs
In the morning
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Like gray skies, I’ve come
To like dust bunnies;
They do not eat real carrots,
And the only thing
Like pellets is
More dust upon the floor
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Photo by Mattia Astorino on Unsplash
Riserva Naturale Torbiere del Sebino d’ Iseo, Corte Franca, Italia
I see you
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(x = space)
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Inaugurations
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January enters
Like a wet
Dog,
Poor dog
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Winter is
Allowed
But the ground
In PA is
Spring or
Fall swamp-like
Instead with
Additional on the
Way (which
means more
rain)
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Four-year change
Is coming, not
A holiday
I wonder
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But something
In the USA
We do so that
Change
Keeps things
The same
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Not that we
Are the
Exemplar
We believe we are
Or
Should be
To the world
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What do you know?
A real dog is
Barking, below
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Go inside,
Dog,
Go
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Leave certain
Things
Outside to
The oath-owners
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Go, Dog, Go is a story (about dogs) written by P. D. Eastman.
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Photo by Victoria Palacios on Unsplash
Sequoia National Forest, United States
Glory and wonder here on little old earth. This shot is from a particularly magical hike through the Sequoia National Forest. We were so up high in the mountains that the clouds decided to settle around us and create a mystical fog all around us.
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