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Sizable Gratitude for Small

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Sizable Gratitude for Small

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That’s it

I guess

I have something to share

Maybe kind of usual

For trope

If not cliché

I even mention weather

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Well

I’m sipping

And I feel kind of easy

I know God is here

And maybe

My near angel

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The hall is quiet

For a change

Our small humanity

Easy

Too

Or absent

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I’m breathing easier

Might be the new

Medication

Or-and

The added rest

I got this morning

After waking up

The first time

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I don’t know

I’m drinking water

When I cough

I hope that’s smart enough

Because I want

To feel grateful

For the smallest

Better changes

In this day

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coda

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And

Yes

I know

This is not the day

That others have the day

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Wounded by so many

Things that wound

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There’s even terror

Too much

In too many places

Great

Or small

Letting the first page show

The way

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For our remembrance

Supplication

Specific

Book-driven

Petitioning

To love our neighbors

And ourselves

When either needs a dire prayer

For safety

And for healing

For reckoning

Still decency

Still

In the world

Great or

In spite of intimate abdications

The smaller things we lose

In wider things

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As some have tried

Aberrantly

To move the world

Another way

In spite of natural paths

Natural gains and losses

We must expect

Along the way

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Pray for the world

Frankly

Lord

That we snap-to like soldiers

Even minutely

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Only immediately

Waking up

To start to change

The errors

In certain plans

To raise up

And take care of

Real need instead

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The Garden of Scheherazade

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The Garden of Scheherazade

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Imagine

An Arabian portico

A ceiling to the side

Under which is

Furniture with pillows

It is day

Then it is night

And in another place

Deeper inside

She meets with the husband

She volunteered to take

Even though

He is a maniac

Who kills after one night

To secure fidelity

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And so you tell a story

Recalling all the things you studied

Texts

Everything told you

By your father the vizier

By his advisors

Students

The servants of the house

And when allowed to wander

(covered up)

Making stories out of comments made

Along the streets

Of a desert country

With oases

And mountains

As well

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Legends

Narratives from

Math and philosophy

The history of men

(mostly men

aware of audience)

Through the ages

Sinbad

Aladdin

Ali Baba

So many more

Nearly three years’ worth

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Though it was the first night

That mattered

And the day that followed

Keeping life

By keeping the killer

Entertained

And then the second night

Made all the difference

And the third

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While you stood

Or sat

Or walked

The garden outside

The blood-filled palace

Deciding

Crafting

Revising

Each narrative

For the night

Aiming for salvation

For another day

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coda

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I don’t know why I think of this

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It

She

Came to me yesterday

Probably because

I was thinking about story

On its own

Not so much the content

But the abstract

And the purpose

The importance

The reality

A telling makes

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Maybe not

To life and limb

Bur all the stories she got to tell

We got to hear

That were in context

So much fighting

For her life

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A Thousand and One Arabian Nights is a collection framed by the telling of stories by Scheherazade, the daughter of the vizier.  She volunteered against her father’s wish, naturally enough, to marry the king as a defensive measure for the women of the realm—and because the realm was losing all its women, at least those suitable for a king to marry.  Whatever suitable means, especially given the circumstances.  And as an overarching cause because the king whose first wife cheated on him and was summarily executed made in the king an attitude of mania regarding fidelity.  And so each day he would marry a virgin and then each night have her killed.  Scheherazade, who was not only skilled in storytelling but in story content, went to the king, married him, and entertained him on the first night with a story and then, because he wanted more, on the second night and so on.  The king found good stories more enticing than slaying wives, which I guess is some kind of virtue even in one we can’t overall admire.  Finally, the king’s madness broke or something like that happened; and he thought to keep Scheherazade as his one (and lasting) wife.

Well, it’s a story within stories.  Or I should say without. But it adds an edge in the telling and our hearing.  An added edge like that of a sword, perhaps that of an executioner.

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Greetings from Earth with All Things Earthly

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Greetings from Earth with All Things Earthly

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So what’s new

The day is new

It’s re-creation

Isn’t it

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Some would say

The day’s the day

It’s yesterday’s day

Redone

And nothing new

Same sets of compounds

To have earth and sea

And sky

And we are nothing new

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But cells are sloughed

There is room for change

There is age

There might be new growth

From where our cells

Land

Like the sower’s seeds

Some on good soil

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There is a thought

That built on yesterday’s

And does that count

As old or new

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How shall we measure

Ongoing

Something old

Something new

Something borrowed

Something blue

Here meaning

Blue for calm

Thankful for

The return of sky

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And as for borrowed

It’s all borrowed

After all

We own our souls

We should own our skins

On Earth

Our thoughts

And our discoveries

To have

To share

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Should be no fear

Rather with impunity

Or the fear of loss

Unrecompensed

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So here’s

To a new day

It is founded

It is its own

It is tomorrow realized

It archives yesterday

As for what’s new to argue

Let’s first be

Thankful for the having

Then appreciate the cells

That change

The thoughts that build

That what we thought as next

Is now

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Dancers

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Bad Day at Third Rock

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Bad Day at Third Rock

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Today there is a war

People try to live

Without attention

To or from

The state

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There is a wildfire

Eruptions from volcanos

Storms rage

Earth splits

As if on revenging

Or indifference

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There is

Addiction

Other ways we live

As if to self-destruct

Like the tapes

That were for our

Entertainment

About

Impossible missions

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Jobs are taken out

They were useful

Now they’re gone

We get divorced

From each other

As if the vows

Were not thought out the first time

And now we know

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And there is everything

We know is inexorable

It comes on

They come on

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All these things

All these sad things

Most of which

Destroy

And all wound

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The apologist might be right

To say

We live in land overrun

And occupied by the enemy

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Princes of this world

Maybe princesses

Though give credit to the

Insight

When some women lead

Thinking of Deborah

And Judith

And the chairs

Of my departments

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The world must be more

Than all the burning

And explosiveness

Literal to Earth

Or invoked too much by hell

Inside the human heart

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Live more

Legislate, perhaps

Consider how extreme

The campaigns

Or the intimacy

In destruction

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Renew

Repair

Like people

Learn to know

How we are likable

‘Cause we are

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Give Earth a chance

And when it fails

Negotiate

Again

And do the same

For humankind

Fix things

And then

Consider less addition

For the second changes

Barring

You know

Those commandments

And redemption

Even so

Give us a chance

And the cosmos

In turn

Might welcome us

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(citations)

C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

1 Corinthians 2:6,8

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a day like no other

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a day like no other

(16 March)

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we had our Ides

tomorrow is Saint Patrick’s

famous days

while

this day is ordinary

formless

without expectation

to do with what

we will

thank goodness

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it is a Lenten day

for seasons

and liturgic calculation

and it’s important

as a day in forty days

for thinking

and for faith

for faithful thinking

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but otherwise

it is alone

between two famous days

so different

that we cannot call today

a bridge

it simply is as is

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and ready

for whatever

we might

unfamously do

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Magic Acts

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Magic Acts

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The day is

Here

And I am glad

And it’s a mess

And I

Am glad

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Snow would vie with rain

Ice with streets

That are only wet

The wintry mix

They say

That sounds like salad

In a bag

I could select from bags

In the store

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Thank you for

Messy days

Indeterminate;

I think I see

A patch of yellow and of green

On the tree out back

And now it’s gone,

That is,

The patch of light

And not

The tree

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Yes, it is

Strange magic

Or I think it is

And I have a movie on

That I barely see or hear

Because

The day itself

Is more compelling,

And I can keep the background

Images

And especially the sounds

For the distraction

Of tinnitus

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While looking better

At the black and brown

And white

And listening for wind

That pushes everything

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A moving day outside

With patches

Now and then

Of yellow and of green,

Brighter parts

And shaded

While the sun and moon

Trade places

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And is that not

(sorry,

kinescope

and nickelodeon)

The more compelling

Magic

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Salut

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Salut

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The day has

Gone from blue to gray

And if so

That’s what we’ll have

But still it is the day

And it is ours

Not to possess

But to keep

As in maintain

Improve

In gratitude

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A paean to the planet

Only gods who are

Not there

Desire;

Praise is fine

But better spent

In care

Like rearing children

Or taking care of grown-ups

In their ages

(maybe six and seven

out of seven)

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In other words,

Do well by Earth

While it is

Under you and over you

And inside you

For planets

And our home among them

Circling stars

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Open Sesame

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Open Sesame

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An easy day

Because I’ve made it

A combining of

Forgetfulness

With compromise

As virtues

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The pleasure in a cup of coffee

With a story

For companionship

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If willing,

A companion

Who forgets and compromises, too

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There we’ll reach and leave the summit

Of the day

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Tomorrow

I or we might have another

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Sunflower in the Sky

Geneva, Switzerland

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Superlative Thursday

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Superlative Thursday

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The caffeine’s worked

A little

Now what to say?

I hope this Thursday’s

Grand for you

You could stand some grandness

As a gift

Don’t question

Anything deserving

Simply have the goodness

Offer oblations, if you must

Or find something

Good to drink

On your own

With a friend

Have an ordinary Thursday

That is to say

Extraordinary

Go between the world’s words

Or these

Where there’s rest

Breathing without agenda

Have peace instead or anything

You want here

Then move

You might find

You’re a little better at moving

Make it Friday

Yay for Friday that

In the culture’s

Easier

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And if it’s not Thursday

Make this happen

Today

Even if it’s Monday

(ugh)

Even if it’s Friday

(yay)

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