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15 February

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15 February

(1925 to 1983)

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Today is Mom’s birthday

Happy Birthday, Mom

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I trust

The birthdays have been

The happiest

Of days

Since you arrived

And for the forever

That you’ve been there

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Do you have a place?

Is it your own

With neighbors

And community close by?

I imagine walls

Made of bright wood

And a few

Favorite things

And a door that opens

Into spring

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It is a dream

It is a hope

It is a formless prayer

Against the real joy

Better than my guesses

Of eternity

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Valentine’s

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Valentine’s

(belongs to you)

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Valentine got famous

For correspondence;

Other saints send messages

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Valentine left words

Of love and encouragement

As other saints have done—as

You or I have done

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Then red and pink took over

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Red for hearts,

Pink for I don’t know

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Lace got in there, too:

We covered up our furniture,

Covered our piano legs

With that

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Well, why not?

We need the colors in the winter

And red means passion,

Loyalty as well

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While pink is fragile

As are all relationships

In part

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Happy day for strengthening

Like exercise,

Metal in devotion

Like the metal in the jewelry

For a sign we wear

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Happy Valentine’s

With valentines

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Don’t force it

Or deny it:

If deny it,

Maybe do so

With a saint’s

Prudent

Contemplative quiet

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For the rest,

Give the cake

Share the cake

Eat the cake

Enjoy refined sugar

Or have raisins

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Or above the silence

And beneath the noise

Go slowly—pleased to

Talk it through

On or by

The sidewalks of the world

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now you have a day to plan—you’re welcome

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By Lorie Shaull from Washington, United States – Happy Valentine’s Day!, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=56401542

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Good Books

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Good Books

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You know,

It is a good book

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The pastor also quoted

From The Quran

Today;

Maybe I missed

The intent

(there was some talk about it, after),

But for me

It was a good

Refreshing moment

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And I imagine there are good (refreshing) things

In The Upanishads

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How about The Mishnah?

Theogony by Hesiod who

Believed

And

(yes, it’s cheek)

The House at Pooh Corner,

Which is not religious

But is pleasant

And spiritual

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Chalk Calculations on the Head of a Shovel

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Chalk Calculations on the Head of a Shovel

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Sunday

Is Lincoln’s birthday

I like this guy

Though I probably

Don’t know why

And don’t know enough

Why maybe

I should not

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What I know

Is that he was born

In Kentucky

(me, too)

And he grew tall

(not me)

And had a sense of humor

(played pranks)

And could split rails

And was a failure

At nearly anything he tried

Except

The holding of one office

To which he was elected,

The one and he

That we remember

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Republicans

Were upstarts then

And maybe have their best

In their first

‘Cause he was pretty good

Flawed

Perhaps greatly,

Haunted

By the losses

In his family

And in the losses in

The nation’s family

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He was a kind of

Savior to that nation

In a conflict

That many folk

Did not take too seriously

Taking picnics

Borne in carriages

To watch the battle like

Watching

A tournament

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And then the bullets

And the missiles

Spoke to say

There is no recreation

And four years later

(every war is Pyrrhic)

Everyone who breathed

Said for themselves

And for everyone

No longer drawing breath

This is enough

Let’s have an ending

To the ruinous process

We drew upon ourselves

For growing up

A country

Four years

As an age

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He freed the slaves

Many people freed the slaves

Among them slaves

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The many battles,

Wounds and deaths

Disease

Formulative scars later

And the war

Was over

Save the carpetbagging

And the agonizing irony

Of Reconstruction

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But first

By the assassination’s bullet

He was removed

From everything we know

And might improve

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Johnson tried

But was impeached

Though not convicted

And was left

To practice

What we recall as an ineffectual

Administration

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The remains

Of Abraham

Were taken from the capitol

To Springfield

For burial

While we’ve had nearly

Eight-score years

To count his steps

And missteps

But he was carried

And placed over stone

And under earth

For silence

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And shall we say he’s great?

Greatness is

On the inside

Of a life

And then through what is done

And if we can reason there

We may only with

Minimal compunction

Call him great

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Once we have decided,

We should relate the news

To the President

Maybe

Before his tomb

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Toll

(x = space)

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Toll

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I started to write

Because it was twelve thousand

Now it’s more than twenty

There would be little left

Of my small town

Which is considering

The numbers only

Imagine people

I don’t want to

Imagine myself there

Would be easier

Because I would be doing something

And it would be awful

And my life would break

Like the earth

Beneath the nations

That might come back

Or we will fill it

Not with the dead

But with material

For building and for living

Apologies from government are fine

Maybe we could stop the war

Among the factions

And the other wars

In the region

To reassemble

Reknit the people

Not as Babel

Fallen

But as the New Jerusalem

A promise

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The Earth Is Not Round

(x = space)

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The Earth Is Not  Round

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Four thousand dead

In Turkey and in Syria

From earthquake

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Do we understand

How many?

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We could say

We could lost more in the Towers,

But do we understand

What that means

Save for being there?

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And if there,

How far could we see?

How far would our eyes

And ears

And hands—our

Spirits allow?

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The bodies piled here,

Now there:

Who understands?

And yet it happens,

All this happens—neither

Is done forever

Or for good

(that is a play on words)

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We need to know we can

Step back—that

It is all right, the stepping back

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As for disasters

We go in,

The brave go in,

Bags and boxes

Literal, awful

And sad treatments

That assuage

And do not heal

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Still, many will be saved

And perhaps there is a plan

For the next time

To forestall the next time:

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Real homes and towns,

Walls that bounce

And have a chance

To remain

And keep the mortal lives

Inside

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I don’t have these perspectives,

Though I have come

To certain places

After:

Sometimes generations

Yet in need of fixing

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Mostly, though,

The blood and gore

Have been my own

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I do worse with yours

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Turkey and Syria earthquake: race to find survivors as death toll passes 6,000 and hundreds of thousands seek shelter – latest

The Guardian via MSN, 11 minutes ago (12:24 EDT)

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/world/turkey-and-syria-earthquake-race-to-find-survivors-as-hundreds-of-thousands-seek-shelter-and-death-toll-passes-5000-latest/ar-AA17bdhM

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(I wrote this morning after sleeping with the news last night)

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Photo by Parker Johnson on Unsplash

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Précis for Aurora

(x = space)

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Précis for Aurora

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It’s winter

And it’s likable

Because

It’s cold outside

But there isn’t snow

Or ice or slush

Or such upon

The ground;

My car is clear

Should I need it,

And the sun is rising

Making the branches

Look like

Black arms with points

Reaching out,

Beseeching something

And I’m sorry

But I don’t know what

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What does nature need

But to exist

And have oxygen and room

For existence

And some growth?

We could help

Or get in the way;

We conquer nature

So we think

To have our grand

Plans realized

For things above,

Below

The water table

Or some other

Primordial impediment

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Do we cooperate

I wonder,

Ever:

Do we like our trees

And clouds

And ground and stones

And deeper things

Or

Are they only things

In the way?

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We have a dominion

Theory,

Saying that

We are in charge

Of all of it

The flora and the fauna

And everything

That doesn’t move

Until cracks in the ground

Or volcanos

Dictate; I’m not sure

How our commission goes

Should we be

Evaluated—what kind

Of grade would

Watching angels

Grant us?

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I say all this

Because it’s early

And the trees along

The street

Must manage with

Vehicular traffic;

The cars and trucks

Are noisy

While the trees

Are quiet (no wind

to show a

protest, either)

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I wish you well today

And us

Us together,

Since the CO-2 and

O-2 arrangement

Keeps us going

And we are ruining

The Amazon

And I don’t know

How we’re doing

On Main Street

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(I actually do live on Main Street; maybe you do, too)

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A Kindness

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A Kindness

(Rosa Parks)

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Because she was tired

And had enough

Of being tired

And the bus was not a charter

It was public transportation

She paid her money

Not a special fee

There was a seat

And she was tired

And had had enough

Of being tired

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The kind of pain

Inside and out

And all she wants to do

It have it

Live it

Normally

The way

Anyone might bear

The pain

Of living

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Though especially

The colored people

Colored brown

And paying for it

Without payment

In a place they did not sail to

Like Europeans

Who told the stories

Of their difficulties

Forgetting

(looking away)

About the holds beneath

In which the colored people

Had been pushed

And chained

And many of them

Died

On a journey of abduction

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Can you imagine

Starting out this way?

This is their legacy

So let her have the vinyl seat

That she had rented

For a while

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Let her have the whole bus

A fleet of buses

Let the people ride for free

And charge admission

For the lighter folk,

Which might began

To pay her back

And all her people

Who had the worse luck

Like the Indians

Already living here

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Everyone with un-pale skin

Who met the Europeans

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Not me

I wasn’t there

The rejoinder

Fair enough

But you’re here now

We’re here

We’re all here

Now

With small choices

And enormous ones

For how to live a country

Filled with all the colors

Hearts

And minds

And souls

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You know,

Sometimes we stand

To let the lady sit

Or someone older

Someone bearing burdens

Or simply to be kind

Call it

Chivalry aside,

We can live this way

Kindly and civilly

Again

And for the first time

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Might bring peace

(yes, there will be disgruntled)

On the bus

At the doorways

Going in

And going out

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Intersection in the Middle of the Desert

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Invitation to a Wake

(x = space)

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Invitation to a Wake

(with a toast)

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We invite ourselves to

A meeting of ourselves

To celebrate a life

No longer with us

With all the possibilities

Frustrated to resolve

This side of things

And we can’t drink ourselves

Into oblivion

Because oblivion has form

And so frustrates annihilation

Of our senses

Besides, we want

To remember

And with gratitude

Share memories,

Enumerate mortality

Until the count and everything

That counts

Is ready on both sides

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To one or those no longer

But an absence,

Here are drinks

(one of these

per one of us)

To aid sensation that

We hope will aid selection

Of desired sun-and-shade

Remembrances

Of memory

To tell

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