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Absenteeism

(x = space)

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Absenteeism

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Parents have to leave

Or leave us go

As we leave them

Which by degrees

Admittedly

Works out

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Sometimes perforce

The orphan Jane

At Lowood

Or the orphan Arthur

Growing up

Near Tintagel

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Or what simply happens

As a course in time

Experience must study

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My mother fifty years ago

My father twenty-some

Naturally

And counting

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Except for cancer

Preternatural

Or do we kill each other

With our poisons

In the water

In the air

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Well

Finally

It is the time of children

And shall we

Improve upon the time

And did our parents

Tell us to

And does it matter

If they didn’t

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Goonies

Say this is our time

And they are right

(we’re right)

And now we have their story

What is yours

What is mine

What is ours

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Take the time

To have the time

Let it chapter well

With abundant energy

And smidgeons

Of the vision

And ideal

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Everything is augury

But more important

Is to act here now

With everyone

Available

(don’t worry counting generations)

To build the present well

Into tomorrow

But crucially

The now

Into the work

The sense

The accomplishments

That make today

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Done writing

You’ve been on deck

You’ve five-sensed the pitch

Now batter up

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Good Earth

(x = )

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Good Earth

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I don’t know the news now

I’m writing

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I know what I knew

Last night

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You know

Film at eleven

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And reading much

Throughout the day

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And having it

Affect me

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I filter

And am changed

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Maybe the filters change

Certainly

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What settles on the other side

Has changed

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The other side

Do you let the world

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Affect you

This way

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Everything impresses

As parents

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Imprint

Upon the infants

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We can only hope

They’re good

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It’s all good

The process

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And the people

On which rests

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The fate of our

Good Earth

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Abe Shinzō

(x = space)

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Abe Shinzō

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Shinzo Abe

I’m sorry that he’s gone

Taken by insanity

And criminality

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Two questions remain:

What made the killer

(first question

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and second)

What may we remember

And be changed by

From the living

From Abe’s having lived

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For

He is among the generations

Now

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Abe Shinzō

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Wintry Weekend

(x = space)

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Wintry Weekend

(in the forecast)

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God

Help us

On a Lenten Friday

Fish Friday, maybe

Yum

Or only the side dishes

To be abstemious

For the season

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Seriously,

It is a somber time

I wish it could be

A quiet time

With normal noise

Children play

Dogs bark

Tires pressing normally

Go by

On the street

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You know,

It’s the grownups

Who need help

Who need to understand

The opportunity

The chance to know God better

In the season

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Why forty days?

I think largely because

Of our

Jewish parents,

If I may say parents

And the time of forty years

Spent in a wilderness

Moving toward

A promised land

Regrettably,

To conquer

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I think Jesus

If he were

A good, Jewish man

Would know the

Number forty

Use it to count the days

In his own

Wilderness

Of silence and temptation

Before the promise

Of a ministry

Begins

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And we wayward

Children

(grownups)

Maybe count forty, too

To have a season

Many days

To get to know you better

And all your children

Generations

Now

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The Original Series

The Original Series

 

There will come a time

When I won’t know myself

The old one from the young

One that becomes

Maybe a mask for Hallowe’en

 

I wonder if I’ll put up

The barricade between me

And young (in years) people

Forget that I was one

And used to see me then and there

And here for a long time

 

And will I talk of them

As if they had just landed

From Spain or from

Another planet

And will I rail about

Their demon music

And wonder where their generation’s going

While mine was worse about direction

Or destination

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by shawn henry on Unsplash

 

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Sunday Matinee

Sunday Matinee

 

A deep sigh is a good thing

Unplanned

It takes regret

Folds it into wings and lets it go

Not that it will leave

For good but

Might fly out of grasp

Maybe out of mind before

It re-alights

And I have to take it back

 

Exhalation causes other things

To leave

Molecules we’d rather do without

Maybe some toxic atoms

Elements of life that will work better

Somewhere else

Lead and mercury

Irradiated particles that come from

Life too near a glowing factory

These days

 

It’s all right

Nothing much more dangerous than

When the smoke rolled out

From Pittsburgh to

Its suburbs

Generations’ mischief

Doesn’t seem to change

 

Like parents to campsites, we should leave

The world a better place for

Children

We gave up on that

I’m not sure why

 

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“Paper Plane” by Xavier Ríos

La fabrica de nubes – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=68404545

 

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To Parkland Youth

To Parkland Youth

(Florida, USA)

 

I’ve worked with teenagers forever

So it seems

And I’m glad

 

I like precocity

 

The plain way teens tend to speak

Reminding me of why I like to walk

The streets of Pittsburgh, for

Pittsburgh people speak their minds with

Measures of respect with

Arrowed expression

 

And when I’m with youth, to say

Don’t forget to be fifteen,

Sensing some relief

All around

 

Being teen is good, and acting real is

Good

There are things you don’t have to

Own because you’re not there,

And this is good

 

Which is not to put you down but to raise up

All the growth that

Happens

In delight, frustration, error, joy

 

You should be free to

Know what to leave and what

To take with you

 

Should not be a thing for you

That we can’t let you finish adolescence

And so enter

The rest of the world

 

You have to step in now

And you shouldn’t have to

 

You have to act as two generations

And there it is

And for all I like you

And because,

This is not right

 

C L Couch

 

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