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Soon Will Be Tomorrow

heart surgery tomorrow

 

Soon Will Be Tomorrow

 

I go in tomorrow

It should be fine

City hospital

Doctor whom I’ve known proceeding

Heart device in

Part or whole replaced

I am nervous

I don’t do well in places of

Institution

And institutionalism

So how did I teach at schools so long

And why am I looking forward

To the next

Because what happens in these places

And I mean the school

Serves life

To make it better

And I mean the hospital

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Flocks by Night

Flocks by Night

 

Please keep safe the dogs

Keep our cats

And all our pets

Our farm and field animals

And all animals from

Or in the wild

We should do so much more

Domesticating animals is on us

We are responsible

To watch over them while

They provide for us

That’s how it works

 

C L Couch

 

pets

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Where Is Davy Jones and the Daydream Believer [prose-poem]

Where Is Davy Jones and the Daydream Believer

 

The news today is bearing down, pulling at me, down.  Police shot and killed a man in a church parking lot in York (county if not the city).  The man had numerous parking violations (tickets?) and tried to take his car and run down cops.  They shot and killed him.  Of course, they did.  They had to have.  It’s not the police; it’s the merger of everything: church (a Church of the Nazarene), a winter’s night, a man who thought his car should be a weapon, police doing what they must be even in an ancient sanctuary spot.  And all I’ve read and heard preceding this.  Too much.  Too many excesses.  Too many opposites that are supposed to merge but don’t.  Where is life in, where is the lifestyle in this.

 

C L Couch

 

 

http://www.wgal.com/article/police-incident-closes-part-of-susquehanna-trail-in-york-county/14768424

 

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Back Home for Five Minutes

Back Home for Five Minutes

 

I pour tomato juice into a glass

Okay, it’s low-sodium V-8

But it’s like tomato juice

Shake in some celery salt, bought

For the occasion

Then I drink nostalgia

My father liked tomato juice this way

 

C L Couch

 

 

image posted at http://yourlifematterstogod.blogspot.com/2011/12/breakfast.html

 

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Ice Castles

Ice Castles

 

It is so cold outside today

And I must go, ironically, to

The doctor’s

In pursuit of health, my heart

Might burst

I’ll try to leave

There was snow last night

I’ll try to clear the car

That needs inspecting, but it

Is so cold

 

Before leaving, I listen a story

Of a knight besieged

In a palace on the mountainside

In winter

 

C L Couch

 

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Presents

Presents

 

It’s the day before the night

The day

We accrue and also let go

 

We work then must retire so that

In new time, it all might give

Again

It’s not a game, though everyone

Can win

Each one chooses

Each one gets involved

A family, however it’s

Constructed (one, two, how many)

 

A job

Bringing together love and money

Not mistaking either for the

The other

 

A home, which might have a roof of slate

Or wood or stone or maybe only

Stars

 

We live and move and have our being

We give

We get

We give

One cycle that is good and bears repeating

Risking boredom in redundancy,

Which will not happen

 

Have

A quiet night

Somehow without the noise of war

Lights in the snow

Subdued contributions from a hopeful

Color wheel

 

And a notion free from one sect

For a time

Believe or not

Or

 

Receive more simply

Peace on Earth

Merry Christmas

 

C L Couch

 

(image from AccuWeather, 2009)

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Good Will

Good Will

 

The world is crazy now

Because it’s captured Christmas

But in quiet streets from houses simply lit

Against all garishness and harshness,

It is released again

And is

 

More so

The ransom of the wise

Of love,

Having been paid

By those who pray and help so much

 

Illuminating life

Nearly

In secret

 

C L Couch

 

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Snowy

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Hear My Cry

Hear My Cry

 

A featureless sky that nonetheless tries to speak of snow

An unremarkable day in which the world

Might be saved through

A sky-sound,

A child’s word, or an animal’s cry

Something to break the kind of silence strangled

From an utterance of need and hope

 

C L Couch

 

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Stops

Stops

 

I was waiting

Under the roof of our bus stop,

A structure built of brick

And heavily painted many times

A weekday afternoon, after school

The PAT bus arrived and I got

On

The bus moved on the winding

Way that was Mount Royal Boulevard

Downhill through Etna

Onto the Ohio River road

Crossing the Allegheny on

The George Washington Bridge

Downtown in Pittsburgh

I left the bus through folding

Doors near

Mellon Center

Walked to the Alcoa Building then inside

To find my father in

His office on an upper floor

 

We had dinner somewhere in

The city

Then walked to the Stanley Theatre

For

A showing of Kubrick’s 2001

Seventy m-m on a screen

That was maybe silver

 

I was thirteen; it was my birthday

The movie plot was long

And deliberately enigmatic

I liked the

Sci-fi scenes

And then it was all over

All of it

There would never be another day like that

 

I suppose

Suburban adventures

Don’t happen

Like this anymore

Too far, too dangerous

Too much for one child to negotiate

But on that day

Nothing bad took place

And my year turned

Just the same

 

C L Couch

 

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