(x = space)
x
x
The Loft
x
If quiet into night
I send a word or two words
Or more
Through breath,
Then you might hear me
So that we might turn, at last,
Toward each other
x
I’d say all prayers are done
Except the kind that praise
And ask for nothing else
x
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Night View Mountain
x
(x = space)
x
x
Gumball Machine
x
Sometimes
Often, maybe
We wish for dispensers
Push a coin into a
Machine that has moving parts
But no electricity
And no computer parts
x
And receive
Something colorful and wonderful
Call it sweet
(call it sugar)
Call it grace
x
Grace for a quarter
(I know, it might have been
a penny)
Or something else
Dispensed
To save us for
A little while
x
A coin for a bit of doctrine
Except it might be heresy
Grace for a coin?
That is a coin too much
x
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x
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x
(x = space)
x
x
Snow Overnight
(the forecast)
x
Snow in the dark
Except where under
Artificial lights,
Maybe like renegades
Outside the windows
Of our homes
Or business locales
x
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
x
But let them strike our flesh
Faces,
Wrists between our gloves
And sleeves
x
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
x
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x
x
Photo by Robert Katzki on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Indiana Bible Study
(a neophyte in pandemic time)
x
I was an interloper
Not really
I had been invited
But I knew no one else
x
It was a discussion
Of Saint Paul’s mission
To a group
In a letter to
Another group
See, I was late
x
This was on Zoom
And I cannot work it out
Sometimes I was
A black square
Sometimes an image
That was true
(I brushed my hair,
beforehand)
Sometimes I got to write
I was never heard,
Which probably
Was just as well
x
I was welcomed
(thank you)
And got to hear
(thank you)
The stories of others
Shared as insight
And later prayer requests
x
My friend and I
Talked afterward
(over the phone, which
I can manage)
With a promise to
Rehearse the technology
x
But here was a group
To join
That has a life beyond
This meeting
‘Til the next one
And I was invited,
Which is evangelism
In itself
x
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x
Photo by Fré Sonneveld on Unsplash
Power Line Grids
x
(x = space)
x
x
Signing Late Winter
x
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
x
A lithe tree branch
Dances against the window
I can’t hear it for
The distance,
Though I’m sure there’s
Scraping
x
Asking to come in
Or better yet
Inviting me
For company
To go out
x
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x
Photo by dorota dylka on Unsplash
Blossom
x
(x = space)
x
x
Something on a Shelf
(for anyone feeling alone)
x
I don’t want to steep
In bitterness
The tea that’s made
Isn’t worth the drinking
Perhaps not even with
The sugar of
Someone else’s kindness
x
Try again
From the start
Set aside that substance
(trash it later)
There is an old jar or a new one;
If you remember,
There was savor
In the substance
In the memory
Now a promise of renewal
x
Try it now
Reach, if possible
Remember what’s worth remembering
Almost a guarantee of renewal
In the trying
x
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x
Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash
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(x = space)
x
x
Practical Lack of Magic
x
I am tired
With a blanket ‘round me
Wishing for
Some writing
That would serve
The quiet, sobbing Earth
x
The moon
And Mars
That shake for prospects,
Having heard
That we are coming
With agendas
And mechanical persistence
x
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
x
Mystery
Romance of the unknown
Once resolved,
What we will see
When look up
Is practical
x
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Photo by Forest Katsch on Unsplash
Starship SN8 lifts off from SpaceX’s South Texas facility in Cameron County.
x
(x = space)
x
x
Gobbler’s
(3 February 2021)
x
It’s Wednesday
Phil is back inside the keep
All is well
x
Yes, it was done
In a cyber way
Phil was social-distanced
Fans were turned away
Tourism dived
Beneath the radar
Of spending consideration
x
Something again next year
Pity the small towns of
Western Pennsylvania
x
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Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania
x
(x = space)
X
x
Our Northeastern Storm
(2 February 2021)
x
Somewhere this might
Land
As a Sou’wester
Here, it’s been impressive
And in too many places
Dire
x
The vaccine is frozen,
So to say
The chances to get shots
Into people have been hindered,
Frankly stopped in the
Storm areas for now
x
Maybe there can be
A harsh and honest breath
In our disbursement process
While Democrats
Republicans
Fight for our relief
In the nation
x
The forecaster
Is citing “The Song that
Never Ends” by
Sherry Lewis that
The puppets sang
At the end of each show
Because this isn’t done
And will be
Renewed, it looks,
In two days or so
x
This snow
Plus the chill in the Capitol
x
The groundhog, by
The way, official Phil in
Punxsutawney,
Yanked out of his home
On Gobbler’s Knob,
Did not
See his shadow
Prognosticating six more
Weeks of this kind of
Winter without
An early spring
x
But my friend Debbie,
Well, she’s happy:
x
She’s been wanting
To drive around her Jeep
Through snow,
Sitting way above
The trouble down below
x
Have a great time, Debbie
We mortals lift our
Shovel heads
In obeisance
As you carom by
x
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New York, New York, United States
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