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15 October

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15 October

(I might have talked about this last year)

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Open market

Open season

Open days for change

Of others

Telling

Selling

You to change

Telling

Selling you

To change

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Which might be right

Which might be necessary

Expedience a benefit

Since these days will

Move along

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The seasons are fixed

Perhaps

And I mean all of them:

Two to four upon the Earth

In regions,

Three seasons of the Sphinx,

The growing

And the harvesting,

Exchange of goods

And services.

Home by the end of day

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For those older

In the north and west

For all of us

Whose lives

Are counted and uncounted

Hours

Fiscal years

Phases of the moon,

The sun has a lesson

In plan and unplanned

Sunspots,

Mass ejections

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And for our own decisions

Inside the desired

And the inevitable

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the season of the healthcare marketplace in the USA

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Photo by NASA on Unsplash

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Warplanes

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Warplanes

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Almost antique word

That brings to mind

The bombers in the movies

The models on a tray

I worked on

When I was sick

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But these are real

Metal and tall,

Plastic in the systems

Electronics

And then there are

All the explosives, loaded,

Ready to send

Here or there

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Warplanes

That was the word used on the news

Long, official,

And romantic

Scarves and leather jackets

Indiscreet

From up so high

While on the ground

Where we live

The war takes out

Our fields and homes

While a threat

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Maybe

Only anxiety,

A state that has its own

Consequences

In the air

On the land

Where the bombs hit

Or there are UXBs

If only in the mind

When we look up

And then look at each other

Side to side

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Or it’s the real thing

The planes we cannot trust

Unleashing

Some kind of hell

Upon the Earth

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Photo by Kevin Den Heijer on Unsplash

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I’m Taking My Break

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I’m Taking My Break

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The haunting rises from

The coffee cup

When the liquid’s hot

Enough,

Aided by the air

That might be just-right cool

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A spell upon the world

Not cast by anyone

Not by un-sentient machines

Or by any eldritch

Part

Of us

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Like morning fog

There’s beauty in the vagueness

Indefinition

Wonder, too, as we look

Through

To the same as ever

And it’s not the same

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Photo by Ayaneshu Bhardwaj on Unsplash

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Yesterday’s Statistics

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Yesterday’s Statistics

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Only a few hundred died

From COVID yesterday

Only a few hundred

We must be getting better

And maybe we are

Except for the families

Friends and neighbors

Of a few hundred people

Who died from COVID

Yesterday

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But who’s counting

The CDC is counting

WHO is counting

Sometimes it’s on the news

But even news programs

Want for ratings

Vie for them

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One more day to help;

Live as if

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As If

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As if tomorrow is a question mark,

Which it is

As if love is uncertain

And life the mystery

With or without a number

As always

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Peterborough, NH 03458, USA

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LoveSpeak

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LoveSpeak

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What does God’s love say

In the face of danger?

Through many dangers,

Toils, and snares

God’s love says

I’m here

The love is here

The source is here

The host is here

We’re here

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Though there be anger,

Scorn, and fear

From enemies and friends

Alike

Because doubt and unbelief

Might have to have

Their way,

The love of God is first

And follows

Like the currents inside Earth

And over,

The moving pillars

Cloud or fire

That are before

And after

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Alongside in

The truth of companionship

But I can’t see that

You can

It’s more than senses

With which we perceive

As best we can

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Presence and love are better

They are inside

And out

They speak without words

Until it’s time for words

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When we have ears to hear

And cannot hear,

Count on the company

Of the divine

To know us better,

Pick us up

If fallen,

Go with us onward

Leading, should we ask

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“Amazing Grace” (the hymn) referenced above

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The People First

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The People First

(Indigenous Peoples Day)

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Today on the

Convenience of a Monday,

We acknowledge

Indigenous Peoples Day

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A day for dance

For songs whose lyrics

Most of us don’t know

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Set before

Except for math in certain years

The arrival of Columbus

On a day

And on that day

First time

Complicit in

The Taino

Vanishing

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We inveigled

Tricked

Overwhelmed

After learning to survive

Pushed the people

Pushed our teachers

And, yes, first adversaries

Onto arid land

At last

Unless a virtue be discovered there

Then moved farther on

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xxxxxAre trending;

xxxxxThe people could build

xxxxxOnto the ocean

xxxxxUnless we wanted

xxxxxSomething under

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What shall we do this day?

Not give anything back,

I’m sure

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Feathers

Leathers

Colors

How to live with nature

When even nature’s scant

Colors of the earth

And of fauna

Movement, teaching of the seasons

Life with the Spirit,

The hand of God that pressed

The mountains

And the valleys

Plains between,

Ridges and runnels

Of the fingers

That should be

Filled with water

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Truths of land and air,

Interesting add-ons for us

Supplements for mortal life

Maybe next year’s

Vacation

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What is the hope

For a people pushed

And pushed off,

As if unwanted by the created world

Yet placed onto the world

First,

First people here?

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Well, there is a day

I think better have the day

Than not

It offers balance

Maybe pain with recognition

Suffering with acknowledgement

Especially against

The time to come

In two days’ time

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Utah, USA

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I could be sorry for the we-they attitude (and I am) except it’s what we (they) have. Hope for a day to come when we can mesh and moosh the pronouns because the better unifying has happened.

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The Killings in Thailand

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The Killings in Thailand

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They were brought

Juice and popcorn,

Dolls

Everything they’d need,

The children at the daycare center

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But this was funereal

The children had

Died

Killed by a madman who killed

Others, too

Killed his family

Lastly, himself

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The families brought juice and popcorn,

Dolls

Snacks and toys

To the daycare center

For the children to enjoy their day

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Everyone had been to the temples

Then they came here

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Come back home

Come back with us

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The parents

Parents and the living family members

Said

Pleaded

Cried

While exuding dignity,

Respect

For everyone

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Come back home

Come back with us

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They were there

At the daycare

Leaving presents, organic things

Symbolic things

The children would have used

At their age

For their lives

In the daycare

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Everyone had been to the temples

More to follow there

Now they are here

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Come back home

Come back with us

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They can’t;

Insanity

And criminality

Has taken them

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Spirits

Journey

Hard

But shall be

Reunited

Wrongful death

Owns no victory

The children

Other victims

Know this now

They shouldn’t have to

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Nearing Full

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Nearing Full

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The moon is yellow

The sky is blue

The clouds are silver

The stars are white

The branches have no color

Except the color

Of porch lights

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It’s late again

The air is cool

Maybe in the fifties

Maybe forties,

Which is not so special

As a sign of autumn

In October

In these parts

But the days and nights

Have been too warm

Now the season

Is announced

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We’ll have the chilly fall

And with the drop

To cold

At a propitious time

Beautiful leaf colors,

True

Autumn review

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Photo by Eleanor Brooke on Unsplash

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Wicked, You Know

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Wicked, You Know

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Hello, Friday

Just after Thursday

Beyond the witching hour

By only a few

I drove back seeing lights

In front of houses

And beside

Orange and purple have been added

Fine by me

The colors of fall

Are enough

But the lights at night

Add romance with chill air

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Reminders of ghost stories

The best kind of fear

New Englanders

(old Englanders, too)

Call wicked

Meaning good

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Photo by Will Swann on Unsplash

Blue Ridge Parkway, Canton, United States

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