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Diagnostics

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Because heart disease and the pandemic aren’t enough, I’ve been diagnosed with something more.  Not the worst, certainly not the best.  More medicine and alternatives to try.

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Diagnostics

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I’m tired

And I’m sorry

And I didn’t get

A good diagnosis

Not that the pandemic

Cares

It’s not awake

It doesn’t vote

It’s doesn’t laugh

In the irony

Of being sick from something else

This is my day, I guess,

To deal

To move around precautions

While I take them

Looking for

I don’t know

New ways, new things

To try

To live new life

Mollified, uncoddled

Looking from inside

As if the world

For good or ill

Is new

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C L Couch

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Blood

cell

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Flying, Creeping Things

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Flying, Creeping Things

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I liken the bird

To the Holy Spirit

That flies with grace,

Usually

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Often arrives

As a surprise

That on good

Days knows the wind

And all the stirrings

Of the Earth,

That often arrives

As shadow,

Serving

As prophecy

Anticipated

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The Bible kind

Nothing marketed

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We can aim

And shoot

And tear the metaphor

Apart

Or we can listen

Glossolalia

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A song announcing

God is alive

In fragile revelation

For our sakes

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Closely attend

An irony of notice,

Trampling the uncertainty

Doctrine or fear

Demand

With the way in

We’ve always wanted

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Leviticus 11:21-22

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Punta Alta, Buenos Aires, Argentina

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Remembering WCW (MD)

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Remembering WCW (MD)

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The light of dusk

Against the tree

Light blue behind branches

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Across the street,

Part of a red-brick building

Bricks shining orange

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There is no wind

No noise

This is life, still

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Maybe it’s true

That so much depends upon his

Scene in twilight

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C L Couch

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XXII

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so much depends

upon

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a red wheel

barrow

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glazed with rain

water

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beside the white

chickens

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Williams, William Carlos, “XXII,” Spring and All (New York: Contact Editions / Dijon: Maurice Darantière, 1923).

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Wheelbarrow

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used to drive my students crazy

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Photo by Namroud Gorguis on Unsplash

Red brick wall of an old barn.

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Slowdown Season

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Slowdown Season

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Lent could mean

Anticipation,

If we would allow for that

In the midst of conversations

About sacrifice

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Having given up

On chocolate, we need

Something to talk about

How about why?

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Sacrifice for its own sake

Being good,

Don’t get me wrong

Though we can

Say more

About the season

About church

About reading

About us

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Lent means getting ready

Or it might

Lest we forget

Why we gave up the chocolate

Or the coffee

Or, I don’t know,

What do people give up

Nowadays?

(maybe screen time)

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It seems we give up

Something somewhat bad

Somewhat good

Maybe it’s the excess

We surrender,

Which a good ancient Greek

Will say

Is always good

A lifestyle to adopt

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Well, we’re not here

To parse

We’re here, in fact, because

We’re unified

We want one thing

Even if delivery

Is holiday disarray

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We want a happy Easter

With rabbits

And eggs

(rabbits who lay eggs)

And back to chocolate

Like a former friend

Now reconciled

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There is more

But it’s not mine to say

You must, must not

It is yours to say

To own a resurrection

Shown in nature

Told as story

A question and an answer

Of belief

It’s yours to say

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Walk the Line

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Left Words

(x = words)

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Left Words

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I look at another

Blank page,

Which is all right

There’s something down

Already,

Already stained with

Letters

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One letter by one

Formed into words

Making a shape on

The page

Out of many shapes

(sanserif)

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Once I read a

Single poem that

Trailed along the left

Side of the page

With a lack

Of syntax but

Replete with

Meaning, nonetheless

I could tell

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The letters were sizable

And the name on top

Was famous

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And that’s how

It’s done,

I supposed

It appears in

Someone else’s book

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Howard Hotel, 57 Howard St, Sheffield S1 2LW, UK, South Yorkshire, United Kingdom

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Sun on Sunday

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Sun on Sunday

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It’s dim outside

And raining

I hear wet tires

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A gloomy day

I do not mind

The Addams genes at play,

I suppose,

The kind that make

A lark of dark days

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I’m a day into

The new shot

Feels like the flu shot

And every vaccine that

I’ve had since

Childhood

The site is sore

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I don’t mean to comment

I want to respect

The courtesies of others

That are challenged

Only in

Contagious situations,

Where they make

The issues grim

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Like guns, I guess

We know what we know

And I might be wrong

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But let’s not make it politics

But practicalities

There is an epidemic

I’ve lost people to it,

Which gives me added rights

To nothing

But my sadness

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Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash

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Protocol

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Protocol

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Sorry that this must be news

This should be ordinary

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There will be a shot today

Not heard ‘round the world

Simply a needle into skin

With the release of

New chemicals inside

The body

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Then another shot, as is the

Protocol, in a while

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Image by Markus Distelrath from Pixabay

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Proportional Response

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Proportional Response

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It’s an eye for eye

Without, we hope,

Everyone going blind

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But then the blind we have,

Over-sensate in four ways,

Might have to lead

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The only ones who know

How to have sight

Without the eyes

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C L Couch

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https://news.yahoo.com/exclusive-u-carries-airstrike-against-233431848.html

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By Airman 1st Class Chad Warren – US Air Force Public Affairs [1], Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7377988

A flight of F-15C Eagles from the flies during a solar eclipse in Okinawa July 22, 2009.

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Mything Thursday

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Mything Thursday

(in pandemic time)

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There are few untouched

Places on Earth

For when we see the,

We have touched them

They are changed

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I wonder if the virus

Might be made of plastic,

A natural invention

And response to our touch

We needed plastic

In the war,

Then its convenience took over

Making things

And we blew it into the sky

From our factories

We could wish for coal

And dirt and rust and oil

In the air

Though they have needed

Cleaning, too

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To places needing cleaning,

There seem to be two

Options: clean them

Or ignore them

Throw a carpet over it

Go to another room

And finally another place

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Or do a half-done job

A sloppy job

Of making do

Because there is no profit in

Cleaning up

Except for cleaning companies

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So let’s have cleaning companies!

People who know how

To fix a world

Rearrange it, replace broken

Parts, dust everything

So we might move again

Into timeworn places

Inhabitable again

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Know how to rebuild

And build new

So we don’t poison ourselves

So much, again

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C L Couch

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Albanie

Mountain of rubbish and garbage on the beach by the sea[.]

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