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3 poems of encounters

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3 poems of encounters

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Love, NOAA

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Emily

Franklin

Gert

Harold

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The writer on

The wuthering heights

The character from PBS

Maybe the nickname

For Ms Stein

And I heard one forecaster

At least

Call it Harry

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Our alphabet

Our panoply

Of names for the destruction

Small gods as small pilgrims

Manifesting through the portal

Moving away at last

To foreign altars

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And what they do to us

Who would be faithful

If we knew the rites

The saints

For weather and

Forfending the destruction

Of an age

Each time

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Grocery Store Evangelists

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I met two evangelists

Last evening

After I got all the pills

That I needed

Well

Nearly

(the count after

means I need to order

more

silly

heart disease)

And was shopping

For a little more

When a tract appeared

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Do I believe in God

How about Jesus

And the Holy Spirit

Am I saved

Do I read my Bible

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I could say yes

And so we had

A pleasant conversation

In the spirit

We invoked

As two and three were gathered

(that’s in the Bible

too)

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Their work is urgent

And actually

They’re happy

In it

Still the greater task

Not to take on faith-attackers in the forum

But to reach

The dispossessed

Who are indifferent

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The lukewarm dogs

That Revelation says

Are the greater challenges

To see

To hear

To taste

The need for faith

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Through all the rings of Earth

The rounds

Of worldly agendas

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I wish them well

I wish no violence

I wish smooth rhetoric

All love through

Everything

They are

And move

And have their being

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For through God we live and move and have our being.  As some of your own poets (Aratus, say) have said, “We are God’s offspring.”

Acts of the Apostles 17:28

NIV with paraphrase

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These Girls, These Women

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I wish I were more

Like Meg

But I don’t have a seeing rock

And I’m not that faithful

Though my feelings

Toward my father

Moved

Evolved

As well

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I wish I were like Angharad

But I’m not a warrior

And have not won

A blue sword

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Or the young women in

The Witch of Blackbird Pond

Who was running

From her persecutors

Turned

And beheld

Her ship of rescue

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I have the managerial acumen

Of Mom

Some of her anger

Too

And there’s my sister

Who does everything

So well

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Maintains a jungle

In her home

While I take my few plants

To turn them brittle

Though

The pots look nice

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These girls

These women

We should learn so much

About being boys

And men

And girls

And women

And scions of great literature

Ourselves to qualify

Among them

Should someone tell

With fictive elegance

Our stories

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A Wrinkle in Time

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C L Couch

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Photo by Vlad Frolov on Unsplash

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Passport

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Passport

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Then

There was the story of

The woman at the grocery’s

Who

Encountered

Someone new

Requesting an I-D

To

Accompany the check

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And she brought out

Her passport

Maybe still

Shiny

With unuse

Except it jostled

‘Round

With all the other things

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The purse inside

The purse

You know

Each with jostled things

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Bypassing the license

For that

Passport

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To indicate

To someone new

She might have been somewhere or will

Be going

Somewhere someday soon

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C L Couch

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This story did not happen and is based (fictively) on something the mother said in the movie Breaking Away, directed by Peter Yates and written by Steve Tesich.  Set in Bloomington, it is a good movie for (about) the summer. The mother is portrayed by Barbara Barrie.

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Photo by Library of Congress on Unsplash

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Restocking

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Restocking

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Mid-afternoon is a good time

For grocery shopping

The pharmacists are more relaxed

More people say hello,

Sweetly apologize for guiding

Carts congenially in

Each other’s way

There’s someone close by

With whom to grieve

Products that are missing

And gripe with cordiality

To wonder what is next

For reduction if not elimination

Now, many of the shoppers have white hair

So might be moving slowly, anyway

But are the elderly polite?

Do they have to be,

Is there a law?

Rather it’s relief, I think

Knowing that the bellicose

Have already been or

Will go on later

But we can trust in these

Then there’s the way

The elderly feel deeply

That comes with age

To buffer and affirm

With civility

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In the parking lot,

Someone going in

Asked me if I were well

I said Good and you?

He said good,

Which sounds about right

To add some good to goods

Going out, the errantry

Going in

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C L Couch

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Fruit Display in Supermarket

Photo by gemma on Unsplash

Stillwater, OK, USA

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