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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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bike for two

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Gumball Machine

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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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Snow Overnight

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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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Signing Late Winter

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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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Blossom

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Practical Lack of Magic

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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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South Padre Island, TX, USA

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

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Isn’t It Romantic

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Isn’t It Romantic

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Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.

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Isn’t it romantic

All the snow

Pristine on tops of cars

That shouldn’t have to

Move just yet

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Sidewalks

Half undone

While scraping shovels

Focused machines

Work on the rest

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And isn’t it delightful

A snow day

Begging us to stop

Like toys

Wind up to unwind

For an hour

Of contemplation

Reading something new

Or press

Against a favorite

Page or person

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There are those

Addressing danger

They are blessed

And we should help them

After

The stolen hour is done

When we return

To epiphany

Of ordinary time

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“Isn’t It Romantic”

Richard Rogers, Lorenz Hart

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Photo by Maddy Baker on Unsplash

Northville, United States

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People Need

(x = space)

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People Need

(we need)

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Work

And salvation

Food and drink

Both safe

And a revival now and then

Safety itself

And companionship

Light in darkness

Not blinding

Not enigma

Shows the way

Only some direction needed

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A place to go to sleep

Maybe with others close by

To wake up in a medium

Of security

Here, we call it democracy,

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Which begs the first

And final matter

That is freedom

That we paid a paradise

To own

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Plano, TX, USA

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Look Out

(x = space)

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Look Out

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Do I write

For affirmation?

I don’t think so

That wouldn’t work out

There would never

Be enough,

Wrong category

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I think I write

To say I’m here

(I think that’s

self-affirming)

More so, is to call

Anyone out there?

And there you are

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Photo by Pascal Debrunner on Unsplash

The Rise of Orion

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Act 4

(x = space)

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Act 4

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Should we meet again

All the ragged feelings will return

Time and distance

Take their roll

I think we’ll recognize each other

I keep thinking of a rainy day,

Though most likely

It will be a normal, gray-lit day

Though loyalty

In a sky of blue

Would help

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Photo by Gerrie van der Walt on Unsplash

Seelisberg, Switzerland

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