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Gestation

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Gestation

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I don’t know

It’s Friday

It’s raining

We need the rain

The clouds have little texture

At least from here

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Nothing much to look at

A wet street

Spatter on the windows

We need the rain

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There is war

In Ukraine

More death today

More wounded

And in Sudan

We’re drawing up our diplomats

Telling tourists

To go home

Choose another

(for now)

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We know there’s trafficking

Where

Here

Of drugs

Of people

Contraband things that

Otherwise

Could be all right

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But you know

People

Never people

Sold

Which means someone is

Buying

Where

Here

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Struggles for freedom’s

Hard enough

On good days in

(relative)

Safe places

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And they

The captured

Kidnapped

Bought and sold

Are not all

But tend to be

Children

Women

Who

We know

Struggle for freedom

Already

Hard enough

More than should be

Enough

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On Friday I could cry

But the sky

Provides

As if behooving

I could say

Nature weeps for me

As in

Instead of me

And that

Nature weeps for all of us

In distress

But it is nature’s

Well

Nature

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That’s all

And that’s enough

The rain

Provides

Other good things

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But I’m thinking now

There should be

Laws

For freedom

To work within one’s

Bearing

Bearing

Who we are

What can we do

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And freedom of our bodes

Politic

Personal

That many of us

Think we have

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Let’s check the laws of nature

And our charters

I think it’s there

Many

Freedoms

Already

There

Officially

And by

Who made rain

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We may read wet leaves

Or our own pages

Fearfully

Consider

Wonderfully made

And what

To do

With what and whom

When made

When with accountability

Co-making

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Rain

Tears

Freedoms

Fridays

Notions

Not like the old

Department-store

Departments

(but) Full-blown

Like glass

Full-grown

Into ideas

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We do

Need these

A good weekend

Please

For you

You deserve it

It’s deserved

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Does rain mean freedom

I don’t think so

Sometimes

It’s relaxing to watch

To hear

Sometimes

It’s fearful

The median response

Might have something to do

With inconvenience

Maybe this is part

Part Friday

Too

Of freedom

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Psalm 139:14

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Secular Benediction

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Secular Benediction

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It’s Friday

And you should have a good day

You deserve it

Yes, because you are

And because

You make it

For yourself

And if circumstance allow

For you and someone else

Or others

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You do

You are

And so this Friday is for you

In all suburban glory

The pub afterward

Or coffee klatch

Or whatever fun and healthy thing

(there are these)

At hand

Or with a small investment

In play

And for the forty hours

Ahead

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And if you don’t have a weekend

Maybe Monday and Tuesday

Shall be yours

There should be laws

Why, there are

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Triscuit Decks a Phobia

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Triscuit Decks a Phobia

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I keep forgetting

That when the first is on a Sunday

There will be a Friday

The thirteenth

I have to pay attention

Though I’m not afraid

I find it interesting

The day

The superstition

All our reactions

When we realize

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There’s the Irish in me

Or you

Or the Italian or the Russian

The Kenyan

Or the Māori

Part of you

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Loki

Raven

Anansi

All the mischief-makers

Plus phantom pronouncements

On the cracks

Under the ladders

With the black cats

Passing by

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The weight of superstition

Better to wear it lightly

Over souls

Keep a thought

Let it drive you

Toward civility

With an interest in

What drives an utterance

Of the Scottish play

Inside the theatre

In another play’s production

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Maybe ghosts will tell us

Why it matters

Since the ethereal

If not the numinous

Is attached

And coursing through

The old sources

And our own,

Both inventing things

For cautions

In our day

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n. b.

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Be nice to black cats

They are not superstition;

They could have stanched

The plague

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C L Couch

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Any Day Now

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Any Day Now

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Sigh,

It’s Friday, Lord

I exhale into the day

Sunlit

Upon the floor

A cat might be happy

There

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I can’t

Keep the news

In my head

I know it’s hard

Sometimes

There’s something good

To help the day

We’re breathing through

And gently taking from

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Our cats and dogs

Upon our floors

And all the strays

We made

An age ago

And should take in

As well

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All the causes

Everything that moves us

And should bind us,

The catastrophes

We should see each other

Through,

Which make us ready for

A triumph

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August on Deck

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August on Deck

(easy greetings)

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It’s Friday

Anticipate a weekend

Late summer

Final trip before the school year

Work at home

Clean at home

Leave the home

For the park

For stores

For church

Find company

Leave company

Hours on one’s own

The quiet might invite

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Or out into the world

A different way

A drive, a walk

To nowhere in particular

A new nowhere

Untried

Something heard of

Or an inviting opening

A path into

Some inviting part of the world

Keep safe

Why not

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After the anthem,

Play ball

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C L Couch

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Ukraine

I look at this

I can smell the stalks, the petals

Memory, I suppose

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Fifth Day

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Fifth Day

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It’s Friday

And we face the weekend

An invention that started with

Reform laws

For factories

I hope you have a grand time:

Play

Find a moment in which

To be grateful

For reformers

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If you are having fall

I hope it is the right kind for you

Colors

A degree of chill,

Wind that speaks

And, when not speaking,

Sings;

If it is spring for you

I hope you find new life

The right intensities

Of green and blue

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If there is a sabbath service for you

I hope you find God at home

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Germany

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Pagan Petition

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Pagan Petition

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Freya of the

Earth,

On your day

I ask for

Such a small part

Of the world

To borrow

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Where I stand

Where I sit

Where I might lie down

For a while

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Yes, I mean

What metaphors might mean

Yes, I need a place

As trolls need caves

Only with a door

And a wide window

And some plumbing

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It would be home

Until it’s a time again

For wandering

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Please

And thank you,

Lord and lady of

Earth and earthiness

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C L Couch

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Reliefbüste “FREYJA”, Amalienstraße 51, Fürth

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The Listing House

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The Listing House

(have fun—it’s Friday)

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They’re everywhere

I cannot tell

The open places anymore

For anytime I open something

Door or drawer

I encounter lists

And that’s all

Whenever I come across

The refrigerator handle

(now and then)

I pull and find inside

Only reminders on paper of

What I meant to buy

At the store

There is no desk

Or dresser drawer that’s safe

And sometime the house

Will lean over

Or sink in the center

To greet the ground more closely

Maybe to find what is

Beneath

I know, we have machines

But it’s been so much easier

To find a scrap and use the pen

I carry in my pocket

But here’s the thing:

I make the list

Then leave it behind

Think I will change,

I create then leave another

Now there is no space

For what I’d find

Should I consult the paper,

After all

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I think it all will

Weigh out in the middle

The house will fall like Usher’s

Into the tarn of Main Street

And hell for me

Will be an inferno

Constantly

Ignited from

The lists I made in life

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Bodie, United States

Desert Ghost Town

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Friday Felines

Friday Felines

 

I will see cat-friends tonight

They will ignore me

I’m not feeding them

They’ll act as if they do not play

Though I know it’s different

 

One friend

Erstwhile Pennsylvania Quaker

Might decide it’s time for

A first-floor chase

Or to jump on me, reach toward my

Ear as if to say

Quietly through sharpened teeth,

Feed me

 

C L Couch

 

 

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