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Corazón

Corazón

 

Can I write about this now?

Maybe a sabbath day will help

It’s the living, you know

They cannot have that

The people of Puerto Rico

Spanish and Taino

Legacy of colony

Self-determination that we prize

So much is always mollified

Into a chance for daily life

And that is gone and has been for such

A long, long while

 

We chose this for them

Our nation did not free them

Did not favor statehood

Rendered a possession in a war

With Spain

One set of owners to another

Arecibo’s there

Ancient San Juan with El Moro

But life is dark

Because there’s no electricity

For so many

For so many

 

It’s a litany of labor

Living that does not allow for expectation:

What might we have today

Food that has not spoiled

Walls that are dry at last of storm

Our children start school soon

Will there power in the classroom

Or at home for studying?

The nation could answer affirmative

We haven’t

 

We could build them back

And Texas, too

And, yes, handle the wildfires

In the golden state

And all the shootings in Chicago

We’re reactive

Here’s a tragedy

Could be our finest set of hours

What is it

They’re mestizo?

We don’t know five hundred years of conflict

To comfort?

We’re unaware of what is manufactured

That we need?

 

I’m asking

Because we made a claim

Because we have the navy there

And look for understanding in the stars

 

So maybe we can listen for

Ayúdanos

 

C L Couch

 

 

Free photo: El Moro Puerto Rico – structure, washed, worn – Non …

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El Moro Puerto Rico, structure, washed, worn, stone

 

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One More Thing

One More Thing

 

It’s what we notice at the time

And then dismiss

The shape of a sleeve inside a cuff

The way a button pushes through

The opening

The sounds made by all the doors we

Open every day

Then close

They’re not important

Part of the texture of the day

I seem to recall George Bailey pulling

Off the stairpost knob, most every

Time

Then once he thought to throw it through

A window, maybe at

The Christmas tree

We have these, too, the moments

When

Nothing satisfies

These we should remember

For any needed reparations

Restoratives, you know,

To get our day back

 

C L Couch

 

 

Peter Falk – Wikipedia

Wikipedia

Columbo Peter Falk 1973.JPG

 

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Oliver the Musical

Oliver the Musical

 

Four times a day for

A little while

I’m daddy to a dog

It was two cats before

Do I have a cottage industry?

 

Oliver is named for the orphan

One of Boz’s foundlings

And the subject of a show

With an exclamation point

 

He was rescued

From winter

Snow and ice

And, sad to conceive, a chain

He winces

And that’s trauma

 

Oliver’s part border collie

I can see that

Not so large, someone guessed part

Dachshund

Well, okay

He is affectionate

The only dog I’ve known to put

His paws upon my shoulders

In a hug

 

Good things come in stories

Sometimes we get happy endings

Because he’s treated well

By the family, all the children

A fenced-in backyard

Oliver’s days are fine now

He has more

 

C L Couch

 

 

Border Collie Working

https://www.maxpixel.net/Sheepdog-Border-Collie-Herding-Dog-Sheep-Working-191779

 

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Upping

Upping

 

Above me,

There is blue because of

Prismatic sun and sky

Whites and greys of cloud

The fuzzy upper parts of atmosphere

Satellites, space junk,

And we are clear

 

Wave by the space station

Understand magnetic fields

The cooperativeness of gravity

Our friend Diana’s hunting ground

Silver against sunlight

Black lines of craters

Glints of visitation

 

A comet or an asteroid

Meteors abound

We have passed the little prince

Upon his planetoid

 

Free of all Lagranges

We’ll have to negotiate

New deals with

Space merchants

Who keep the wildness of space

At bay

 

We can go beyond them, though

Where only rogue things move

Without the plan

Or any obligation to

Civilizing fields

It is the mind of God, I guess

The apple of an eye

Untethered Eden

The source of anything

To dream

 

C L Couch

 

 

note

 

The English teacher in me wants to say

Warning (like a sign)

There are allusions here

References, too

Or simply enjoy the words

And to my honor and my gratitude

 

 

Di Artwork by Brian Thieme, File by Aaron Price – Citizen Sky web site http://www.citizensky.org/content/media-room, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7654896

 

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Hero Today, Please

Hero Today, Please

 

Beneath Glastonbury tor

Lies who knows what

Maybe it’s better to

Let the legend lie

Until the ground is split

In later days

And the hero rises

 

This is what it means to be

A once and future story

So real a return is

Promised

We must have it again

In greatest need

 

And for now, each time

We need to have the tale told

In present time

In days requiring

Some solace while it’s raining

Or inspiration as of

A venial

Version of an

Easter morn

 

C L Couch

 

 

note

T. H.White wrote The Once and Future King, a novel.

 

 

Enrique Íñiguez Rodríguez (Qoan) – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=68496773

 

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Men into Space

Men into Space

(someone else’s nostalgia)

 

William Lundigan beat them all

Because he got to space in the fifties

I didn’t see this show while

Growing up

Or Johnny Sokko with his giant robot in the

Half hour before

Other shows I missed as well

Supercar, for instance

I guess this was the fifties-sixties way

To get us there

Enjoy the ride

And encounter who knows what

Only the television writers knew

 

Thankful for retrograde, I guess

Retroactive, retrospective

The tier of channels that carry

Our imagination

From the past

Into the present

Maybe to conferences

And comic books

And all sorts of new brains

 

New days

That started here

In my older siblilngs’ days

Brought forward

Into better resolution

 

Now let’s have, please

Women into Space

 

C L Couch

 

 

image, NASA

STS Discovery Mission 131, International Space Station

Astronauts (clockwise from top right) Naoko Yamazaki, Dorothy Metcalf-Lindenburger, Stephanie Wilson, and Tracy Caldwell

 

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Space Ghost

Space Ghost

(one voice from the USA)

 

I’m so tired of this administration

It hasn’t spread enough hate, evidently

Time to take it to space

A space force that

Doesn’t evoke memories of Star Trek

Or Buck Rogers or the

Princess of Mars

Except maybe in libidos

 

But sees an end in everything

Above

 

We’ll weaponize the cosmos

Because the universe can’t take care

Of itself

 

And when it’s done

All done

What we’ll be left with is an empty room

Up there with

Nothing inhabiting

Except for angry spirits

Wondering how it went wrong when

 

We only wanted to burn our enemies

And ended up atomizing Earth

Sending a message out to the beyond we

Once embraced

 

Saying rather

Not to bother

We’ve taken care of things here

You’d visit as an alien, anyway

We’d try to detain you

Not in hospitality

Then deport you

 

C L Couch

 

 

SnapwireSnaps

 

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Exposition

Exposition

(Robert Frost attribution)

 

Meanwhile

The story elsewhere continues

Other people with new heroes are

Arranging strategies

And praying over practices

What will happen

With their plans

Will there be a victory

The better kind, built upon what’s good

And attending toward a future

That will have promises

To keep

 

So when I wonder if I’ll ever move along

I can know, if I want to

That the plot is realized in other places

The tale is not finished

For a planet with a billion years to go

How much has the story

Started

Not so much

For us

 

C L Couch

 

 

(at) http://jordanthomasfrost.weebly.com/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening.html

 

 

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It Happened at the Movies

It Happened at the Movies

 

Victoria was queen

I’ve seen it in a movie

She would not be amused

I heard that was because of Pinafore

Whose parody of navy she did not find

An entertainment

To be noted that, when the time,

Sullivan was knighted for the music

Gilbert without, due to the words

 

Somehow

In the common way, I think

She had many children

And a wayward son

Who would be king

I’ve seen this in movies, too

I don’t know what we learn

 

I don’t know what we learn

I’m sure it’s something

About how royalty might be like us

Foibles in magnitude

Because of magnifying

Looks

And who takes up the interest

Committed to that

 

As it is, they may come by

The royals

I should be glad to have some coffee

For and with them

We can have conversation at

The kitchen table

 

The way Golda Meir talked with leaders

Having baked them bread beforehand

In a movie, in a book

I learned this somewhere

 

C L Couch

 

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