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tandem

(x = space)

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tandem

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if I count all the noise

I am depressed

at least disappointed

I like the noise of living:

children (not always)

dogs, pans squabbling

even the noise of

passing cars and the diesel

of the bus

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but the anchorite

would like some quiet

in the cell from time to time

to think and feel through

insight

and the soul

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and who quiets the noise inside

I am not sure

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I try it on my own,

and only impulse closes over

wakeful everything

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I ask,

maybe will receive

not a holy schedule

but a sacrosanct surprise

that the Earth is

made quiet through

a tandem try

so we both may dream

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photo by Adolfo Félix on Unsplash

bike for two

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The Loft

(x = space)

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The Loft

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If quiet into night

I send a word or two words

Or more

Through breath,

Then you might hear me

So that we might turn, at last,

Toward each other

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I’d say all prayers are done

Except the kind that praise

And ask for nothing else

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湖州市, 湖州市, 中国

Night View Mountain

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Gumball Machine

(x = space)

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Gumball Machine

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Sometimes

Often, maybe

We wish for dispensers

Push a coin into a

Machine that has moving parts

But no electricity

And no computer parts

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And receive

Something colorful and wonderful

Call it sweet

(call it sugar)

Call it grace

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Grace for a quarter

(I know, it might have been

a penny)

Or something else

Dispensed

To save us for

A little while

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A coin for a bit of doctrine

Except it might be heresy

Grace for a coin?

That is a coin too much

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by Strange from CA, Japan – bubbleGum!, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3232931

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Snow Overnight

(x = space)

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Snow Overnight

(the forecast)

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Snow in the dark

Except where under

Artificial lights,

Maybe like renegades

Outside the windows

Of our homes

Or business locales

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Over the runway

Through trees

Sleeping gardens

Flying around steeples

It’s there

It might go well

To turn off the lights

Go outside

I have to recommend

In numbers

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But let them strike our flesh

Faces,

Wrists between our gloves

And sleeves

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Small hits, the kind that

Most of us can take

With the cold

In thirties Fahrenheit,

Knowing that heat awaits

Inside

After the dance

Or anything to learn

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Photo by Robert Katzki on Unsplash

Stützerbach, Deutschland

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Indiana Bible Study

(x = space)

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Indiana Bible Study

(a neophyte in pandemic time)

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I was an interloper

Not really

I had been invited

But I knew no one else

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It was a discussion

Of Saint Paul’s mission

To a group

In a letter to

Another group

See, I was late

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This was on Zoom

And I cannot work it out

Sometimes I was

A black square

Sometimes an image

That was true

(I brushed my hair,

beforehand)

Sometimes I got to write

I was never heard,

Which probably

Was just as well

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I was welcomed

(thank you)

And got to hear

(thank you)

The stories of others

Shared as insight

And later prayer requests

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My friend and I

Talked afterward

(over the phone, which

I can manage)

With a promise to

Rehearse the technology

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But here was a group

To join

That has a life beyond

This meeting

‘Til the next one

And I was invited,

Which is evangelism

In itself

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Photo by Fré Sonneveld on Unsplash

Power Line Grids

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Signing Late Winter

(x = space)

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Signing Late Winter

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The sky is blue

As an observer,

A romantic,

Or a child might say

At last

And with a sigh:

It’s been white

Or gray for a while

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A lithe tree branch

Dances against the window

I can’t hear it for

The distance,

Though I’m sure there’s

Scraping

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Asking to come in

Or better yet

Inviting me

For company

To go out

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Photo by dorota dylka on Unsplash

Blossom

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Something on a Shelf

(x = space)

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Something on a Shelf

(for anyone feeling alone)

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I don’t want to steep

In bitterness

The tea that’s made

Isn’t worth the drinking

Perhaps not even with

The sugar of

Someone else’s kindness

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Try again

From the start

Set aside that substance

(trash it later)

There is an old jar or a new one;

If you remember,

There was savor

In the substance

In the memory

Now a promise of renewal

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Try it now

Reach, if possible

Remember what’s worth remembering

Almost a guarantee of renewal

In the trying

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Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

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Practical Lack of Magic

(x = space)

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Practical Lack of Magic

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I am tired

With a blanket ‘round me

Wishing for

Some writing

That would serve

The quiet, sobbing Earth

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The moon

And Mars

That shake for prospects,

Having heard

That we are coming

With agendas

And mechanical persistence

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The moon’s already scarred

Not that we

Shouldn’t go

But have a care

At least

For places that so far

Have gone untouched

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Mystery

Romance of the unknown

Once resolved,

What we will see

When look up

Is practical

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Photo by Forest Katsch on Unsplash

South Padre Island, TX, USA

Starship SN8 lifts off from SpaceX’s South Texas facility in Cameron County.

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Gobbler’s

(x = space)

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Gobbler’s

(3 February 2021)

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It’s Wednesday

Phil is back inside the keep

All is well

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Yes, it was done

In a cyber way

Phil was social-distanced

Fans were turned away

Tourism dived

Beneath the radar

Of spending consideration

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Something again next year

Pity the small towns of

Western Pennsylvania

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by Doug Kerr from Albany, NY, United States – Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, uploaded by GrapedApe, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25167720

Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania

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