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Futurism
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Men retreat
Women advance
Children waiting
They play
An idea forms
A dream invented
All go toward
An interpretive horizon
Until the line and
Agenda are released
And all go home
With marbles
So many
You would not believe
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We’re Often Told
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I have no idea why
A nice song comes to mind
And then another
It’s not for beatific sleep
Or a sweet disposition
Wakened first thing
By the telephone
It’s not because of bristly
Wind outside,
Blowing what fall colors
We have known
Off slender branches
That could have been clothed
A while longer, should
Nature have consulted me
Tired, cranky
Thinking so-and-so by so-and-so
And I mean me
It should be a gray and spiny
Day by all accounts
Gray and apathy
Yet pleasant lyrics
With their high notes come
My way, though I did not
Ask them to
Serenaded by the mariachis
I have made up in
A mind that will not quit
Drugged by caffeine,
Scarred over
Not so pretty if I ever was
An inside and an outside
Needing shelves
And somehow from the files
Arising from the folders
Made of neurons
There is
Something to listen to
The kind that has no hearing
Seeing a singer
Who’s not there
On stage in costume
For a minimal production
Of a bittersweet play,
Which is what I get
Shortly after waking
On a late-fall day
In Pennsylvania of the USA
Wherever you might be
Might be the same
Company across telepathy
Made by
The chief of surgery
Who’s had the job
Since there were eons
Needing mending
With a song
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“Somebody to Watch Over Me” by Ira Gershwin, George Gershwin
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Slight Season
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The sun is out
I should be going to it
There might be chill
It might be fall
At last
Not too soon to winter, please,
Which is the trouble
With the seasons in-between
Their timing seems so fragile
When
Arriving
Surprising, when it seems
They stay a good, long while
Leaving the severities
To themselves
And their own time
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Eras of Antiquity
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I like to collect things
That are old
Someone else’s using it
The first time
Effort rubbed into
The corners
The physics of depression from
Simple movement
Over time
Any substance
Any shape
Is worth it
Only the criteria
Of use
And lack of destruction
Without the hope of
Being remade
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No Harm in Asking
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Let’s hope for a good day
You and I
Friend
Stranger
I don’t care
In a good way
If you are deserving
And who isn’t
Let’s hope for a good day
We can supplicate
It’s not a trick
Then wait while it happens,
Itself reveling in hours
Waiting
To let us in
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Runaway Psalm
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God, lay the morning
Down on us
Softly, unless there
Must be a storm
Give our senses
Easy labor
Except in greater need
Then call us out
To work the needs for people
Who should have
A day in which
To praise you
By still waters
To take breathing lessons
For whatever comes
In the next hour
And forever,
Cherishing each moment
And the way
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Signing Up
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I’d like to pray for you
I know I don’t
Exactly need your
Permission
But there is some respect
Involved
Discretion
You might be bothered
And I won’t expect
Gratitude
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Maybe I’ll pray badly
With too many
Starts and stops
And stutters
Maybe an angel-coach
Will nudge me
To desist
Stop dissembling
Get to the matter
To the reason for this natter
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The Spirit might say
Please,
Let this one alone
To try
Resist evaluation
Put the book away
This one has faith
Help the unfaith along
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I won’t ask
The prayer is up to me
And to the hearing
Once received
But who is on our side
Is not to worry
In the world
When
The one who made the sides
Who allows
Is listening
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The House Not at Pooh Corner
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Your story
(see above)
Puts to mind
The mother of
Christopher Robin who
(I may have said
something of this before
don’t stop me
if you’ve heard this)
Took a walk around
The hundred-acre wood
From time to time
And when asked
By her son
Should he join her
She said, no,
But when I return
Greet me as if I had been gone
For a long time
And am returning now
From being away
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While I Was Writing
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On the news just now,
A hypersonic missile
Purportedly in China
China denies it
We want the same thing
China isn’t evil
Though sometimes
Sometimes we are evil
We all should know better
And we do
We do what we hate
Give it a name,
Security
Secure would be
Not to have these things
In Xanadu,
Kublai Khan decreed
An extraordinary place
And I hope everyone was fed
There
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Alhambra de Granada
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