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Red, Gold, and Green

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Red, Gold, and Green

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Friends are back,

And they will leave again

I come and go

As well

We are the

“Karma Chameleon”

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There is more space

Here, because good people

Took some

Things away

To have new homes and uses

Elsewhere

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Not all is well:

Headaches

Of all kinds

You know

I try to sleep

I try to write

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But the sun is out

The humidity is broken for

A while

There is a-c and another fan;

There is food in

The fridge

And on some shelves

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Not exactly

Christmas in July

And, yes,

Christmas in July

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“Karma Chameleon” by Culture Club

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Rockefeller Center, New York City, United States

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Quiet Start

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Quiet Start

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I am quiet

And for a change

The building’s quiet

I have ordered food

Staples, that kind of thing

It should be arriving

In two hours

Or less

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It’s a breathing moment

When the sun is considering

Fully rising

Though it’s tussling

With some clouds

I like this time

I wish my coffeemaker

Wasn’t broken

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But I’ll take this

For a Friday morning

Pray for all the tragedies

By nature and by us

Do some plain old

Wishing, too,

As if I had an unironic genie

Who would simply give me

What I wish

Even world peace

Or something like that

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Dandelions are everywhere in Finland in Spring!

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Levi, Kittilä, Finland

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Unbroken Surprise

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Unbroken Surprise

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I’d like to offer prayer

Of thanksgiving

For I have received

Good help

I can question how deserving

But I got it, anyway

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In the moment,

Certain things let go:

Doubt, worth,

Particularity

People give, and I receive

Not that I haven’t helped before

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But here is the receiving side:

Thankful, relieved

Not burden-free

But bearing less

Than before

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All this to say thank you

To both sides of prayer

The givers

And this time

The one who has so gladly taken

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National Day Fireworks

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Perros-Guirec, France

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Good Machines

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Good Machines

(for Earthly terrors)

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Perhaps we could have cosmic-

Earth machines,

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Could the floods

Be sucked up here—say,

In Germany and China—then

Taken and dropped there

Where the land

Is dry

And ablaze as the land

In California,

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Then we’d have a system

Perhaps in harmony with nature,

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Technocracy that favors life

In joy and praise

Of what machines can do

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With pay and gratitude

The human operators

Deserve

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Every spring the Mississippi River floods, but the downtown area of Davenport Iowa refuses to build a levee system to hold the waters back. It would block the river view. Some years the waters come several blocks up the banks and flood out local businesses.

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Davenport, United States

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Countdowning

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Countdowning

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It’s Tuesday,

And I didn’t know

This was happening

I follow the news

Though clearly

Not the timetables

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I thought we’d

Have more time

To get used to the

Variance in the crew:

The one with white hair,

The one with shiny

Brown

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Maybe when this

Is ordinary, things will

Be better

Arch-safety

Will be ordinary,

Less frantic for those

Of us

On the ground

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They holding,

Time for nervousness

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Please launch already

Then come back

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Photo by Possessed Photography on Unsplash

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Childhood’s Beginning

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Childhood’s Beginning

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Here is the litany of complaints:

My back hurts;

I’m tired;

I’m tired of my back hurting

And my feet

And sometimes my left shoulder

And the headaches

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I should soak my feet in

Medicated water,

Something like the

Still water

We are promised in

The company of the Lord

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You have a list,

I’m sure

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And I mean to be respectful,

But sometimes

The child’s cry is stronger than the

Grown-up’s

Sense of things; and

We should listen to

The child,

The plaintive child,

The honest child

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Sometimes it hurts—

That’s all there is

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A Silent Little Girl Looks at Camera

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Lassan Thakral, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Pakistan

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English teacher’s note

Arthur C. Clarke wrote a novel called Childhood’s End.

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Presuming Invitation

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Presuming Invitation

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Dear citizens of heaven,

I hope to meet you

One day

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I mean, I believe;

But like the Amish who

Respond I hope so when asked

About salvation,

I too am not taking anything

For granted

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But I do look forward

(if not too forwardly)

To understanding

Golden streets that are

Transparent

And how a person (Jesus)

Might be a building,

Too

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And if you don’t mind,

I’d to visit the renewed

Earth that revelation

Promises;

Maybe I could be assigned

There for a while

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And what about the rest

Of the cosmos?

How much fell,

And how much will be restored?

I hope there are tours

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I hope I might be allowed

To journey on my own

Or with a few companions,

Maybe newbies

Such as myself

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All this is presuming, I

Understand;

And maybe nothing’s like

The screen that I see

Through for now

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Photo by Dewang Gupta on Unsplash

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2 poems—pray for me, pray for you

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2 poems—pray for me, pray for you

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Life in 3/4 Time

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I’m sorry, Lord

I spent half my life repressed

The other half aggressive

Now is a time of

Negotiated peace

I’ve tried to give up everything

From each time

Even time

So that now there’s little left

With which to make a new life

Made of acceptable things

For an acceptable time

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Pray for Friends

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Lord,

Watch over all my friends

Send your angels to protect

Them from all kinds

Of things

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There is sickness

There are sick pets

There are jobs

And then no jobs

And sometimes jobs

Not worth the having

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And sometimes things get

Broken, and there is pain

Of all kinds

Sometimes relationships

Are broken and I cannot

Speak with expertise

But eschew all the bitterness

As well

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They are people, mostly

Some are animals

And I pray that where something

Has been split,

You will fill in with healing

And a promise

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Though tomorrow only waits

While today is what

We have

So I must pray for now

For them

For you

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Photo by Tejash Verma on Unsplash

Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India

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Death of a Coffeemaker

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Death of a Coffeemaker

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The world gets so small sometimes,

Doesn’t it?

I mean, there are real problems,

Real horrors,

Real fears

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And yet this small machine

Has had enough:

For all the pressing,

The red light will not come on

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And now the water in the reservoir

Has run all over the counter

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Sigh, it had been in decline—and

Now I think it’s done

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If I had all the memberships,

I could order something, and then

It would appear

Having been dropped gently

By a drone

Or through the door

Of a pilotless car

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But I’m stuck with old-fashioned

And will have to visit all the stores

At hand

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This could be an opportunity

To stop drinking coffee—

What?

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Flying a drone at dusk in the city.

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