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Take It Outside

(x = space)

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Take It Outside

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Here it’s raining

There might be

Snow and sleet around

This is a strange place

For weather

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I’m used to weather

From the west

Occasionally, from north

Or south

Because Canada or the tropics

Has something to say

To us

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Here and now

It comes from all directions

I mean it

All the winds

In all their courses

Everything that’s brought with them

Or left here in stillness

When they’ve gone

Or turned away

As if we could conjure

As is conjured, somehow

Rain from anywhere

The denseness in the air

Anything

The comes

And we oblige

By working through it

Who can change it?

Well, I think we better

Not this

From all directions

In our days

Eccentric seasons

But overall

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Experts

Not deny-ers

Who have no expertise

But go for easy

Ignorance

But experts say

The world has changed

And so has living here

Everywhere

For all

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Don’t trust science?

Go outside

And move around

Through currents

In the water

Overland

And in the air

See broken ice

Too much

And drowning islands

New channels

We have lived without

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Take back the Northwest Passage

Keep it blocked

With righteous cold

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Right now feel the heat

You can

It should be cool

Where is the cool?

Maybe the ozone hole

Is taking it

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But if it’s not conspiracy

It isn’t

Not this way

Then we may say

That we have done this

And should fix it

Which doesn’t have to be extraordinary

Not perforce

And unsure seeding clouds

Or oceans

Or burning what

We don’t like

(also bears a chance)

Or firing beams

Or changing the base chemistry

Of anything

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We simply stop

Doing certain things

And use what we know

What Earth has taught us

To fix things

Replant, feed again

In everything

Let it grow

Let Earth grow

The goodness in four elements

And if there’s

A fifth element

(you know)

Maybe it’s

Our exchange

Stupidity for sense

The right to cool

Our rightly angered children

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good night, irene

(x = space)

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good night, irene

(weave away)

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i don’t know who

irene is

maybe she

spends time

with missus calabash

or to whomever

carol tugs her ear

(maybe

we know)

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we’re running

a little late

he says each time

on radio

how does he not know?

why doesn’t the network

correct him if

he’s always late?

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because

saying goodbye

is hard to do

creative

and all these people tried

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they credit us

with understanding

and a reminder that

some things

even everyday

are new

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or not

say goodbye however you mean it

there is no cliché

nothing trite

in the next heartbeat

or the word

that comes from there

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good night, irene

(lead belly

it’s okay to laugh

i think he must

from time

to time)

let’s see you on the flip side

side b

where it’s wonderful

you hear it

when the artists say

they sing

(in side b songs)

hello

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I Wish I Knew More

(x = space)

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I Wish I Knew More

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I wish I knew more

Of the Quran

Of the Torah

Of the Talmud

And the Mishnah

(maybe a smidgen

of Kabbalah)

The Vedas

And the Upanishads

Other texts that have inspired

And informed

Other traditions than

My own followings

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I mean,

I’ve read

Here and there

I’ve listened to stories

Listened

To people talking

But I wish I knew

So much more

For appreciation

And understanding

It’s a big world

Multifarious and changing

While many things

Were established

Long ago

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I have a twig

There is a tree

I have a drop

There is an ocean

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Brother Cat

(x = space)

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Brother Cat

(about Hannah, rescued on Hanover Street)

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I was the brother cat

Sometimes father

Sometimes mother

We could get confused

You were the sister cat

Doubtlessly

Though you didn’t seem

To mind it

When I used Your Majesty

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Sister queen cat

Cat with an attitude

Little cat

Who acted big

Alpha cat

When there was a beta

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Funny cat

You were so serious

Except when you weren’t

You’d run out the door

And up the tree

High enough for me

To reach you

Bring you down

Hold you ‘til we were both

Inside

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You were the cat

Who gave me cues

For petting

And for making

Entryways for sleeping

Out of blankets, though

Mostly out of me

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I could work

As long as you were

On my lap,

Which was your strategy

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A challenge came

When people came to call

If they wanted you,

You would check out their laps

Sometimes their faces

Generally, be slow and still

More so

Than you were with me

Or if you weren’t sure about

Who was visiting,

You’d jump up, pour into

My lap

And from there

Stare at the suspect

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For nineteen years

You were remarkable cat company

Despite the allergies

I miss you

And would have you back

In fact, occasionally I see you

In a blurred and catly place

Inside the corner of my eye

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yesterday I read “Sister Cat” by Frances Mayes

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Photo by Sourish Trivedy on Unsplash

A super good-looking lion (like me of course [photographer talking]) enjoying an evening on a cool rock in B&W!

Maasai Mara National Reserve, Ngiro-are Road, Kenya

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The God of Sleep

(x = space)

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The God of Sleep

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Morpheus?

No, that’s for dreams

I’ll have to look it up

How about the Sandman

For the present?

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Sandwoman

Sandperson

Spell-check doesn’t like these

But whoever

Might come to call

For some obeisance

And a following

Whatever ritual

(save sacrifice of something

other than me)

To make

To have the next several hours

Gone

To Elysia

Or Parnassus

Where I could learn to draft

With poets

Or anywhere that keeps me quiet

Unaware

In the world

Of you and me

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Hypnos—I looked it up—is the Greek god of sleep

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Photo by Brina Blum on Unsplash

Sleeping French Bulldog in the Sun

Weisenau, Mainz, Germany

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summation

(x = space)

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summation

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its been a day and i havent told you anything ive been in pain and there has been some amelioration through being still and water food when I was hungry

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ive been praying prayers as time rick goes by for welcome home to those whove died healing for those in hospital or in pain for reasons that take us other places or simply to the heart and mind and spirit of a promise

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now the day is over night has drawn nigh to paraphrase another older song more sleep for you less pain for you more health in the morning or reverse that if you work at night third shifting

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O Sweet, Majestic Lord

(x = space)

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O Sweet, Majestic Lord

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O to invoke you

Oh to complain

Or sigh as if

I could rest

Upon your feet

Or lay my head

On your knee

It’s not worship

I know

But it would be amazing

To rest on God

This way

And feel the cloth

And flesh and bone

Beneath

Because the one of you

Who has these

Could come to me

This way

And I could sigh into my sorrow

And hope to

Sanctify my dreams

While you might

Accept my tears

Not as libation

But as something honest

Offered

Of myself

For a change

And for a change

Reverse the pietà

I want to rest on Jesus

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two poems for Thanksgiving

(x = space)

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two poems for Thanksgiving

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The Godmother

(Sarah Josepha Buell Hale and Thanksgiving)

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In the USA

Other nations have

Their days

It was Hale

An editor

Who lobbied

Above Washington’s

Claim as a foundation

That

The nation needed

Officially

Thanksgiving

Hale wrote to Lincoln

Other Presidents

Before

That this day was

Needed for a nation

Even in the

Horrible paradox of war

To say thank you

To whomever we should

Be saying thank you

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Lincoln conceded

Gave a proclamation

That would not be set

For many years

Long after Hale’s

Life on Earth

Was done

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A first Republican

Then a long-serving Democrat

(who liked new deals)

Sealed the deal

And so we have it

Fourth Thursday

In the ninth Roman month,

November

To you and me

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The Day We Have

(on Thanksgiving)

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Football and turkey

Then more football

Stuffing and cranberries

Maybe ham

Or roast beef

Or sandwiches from

The many places

Selling sandwiches

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I suppose there will be

Beer and wine

(beer before wine is fine)

Water

Juice

Soft drinks

People ‘round the table

Between quarters

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If turkey,

Then turkey sandwiches

(little mayo,

cranberry sauce)

Before the day is done

With

More sustenance

Kept inside the box

For tomorrow

And tomorrow and tomorrow

Since there’s too much

Lucky us

Who have too much

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Photo by Morvanic Lee on Unsplash

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Thank you!

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machine time

(x = space)

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machine time

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repeating numbers

for today

ones and twos

the sun is shining

angled beneath

clouds

mist that has risen

and such

above it could be blue

and then the black of space

with all our trash

and earnest vehicles

in orbit

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look down

and there’s the floor

to the left

is cooling coffee

right in front

is this machine

with a screen that challenges

endurance

still so much easier to use

than typing through

a master’s degree

on Olympia, Corona,

and my sanity

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remember paper?

that’s what we used

for turning in assignments

before the imposition

of electrons

paper, sticky stamps

other adhesives

it was a world, then,

that we could touch and hold

and know we’ve used

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