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Meals of Ashes

Meals of Ashes

 

How many times

Have I unintentionally

Poisoned myself

 

A question that goes

Along with how many

Pounds of earth will

I have eaten in my

Lifetime

 

Carbon on the grill,

Dust of dirt over

Fruit purchased in the

Wild or in the store,

 

Condensation nuclei

I breathe or drink

In, after the raindrops

And substance

For snow ice cream

Is formed

 

The world’s morsels

That I have consumed

Because I thought of

Other things,

 

Because the present

Need was urgent

(That is, exigent):

 

You know, I’d gulp

The same in order to

Pay attention to the

Denizens and not so

Much malleant detritus

Of my dusty planet

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The Cajun Navy

The Cajun Navy

 

They launched in

Katrina,

 

Saving thousands

In their boats—

 

Rough sailors who

Know the way of

Waters

 

Others don’t

 

Now in Louisiana

On high ground,

 

Crews set sail,

Aiming toward

Smaller and

Smaller, landed

Circles

 

Around which

Whorl the

Helpless

 

Who “don’t flood”

 

 

(http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2016/08/16/louisianas-cajun-navy-sets-sail-fishing-boats-rescue-flood-victims/88876726/)

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Unburying Life

Unburying Life

 

I know I lead a life apart

 

I’m not sure what it’s for

Being alive or being apart

 

The best thing I seem to

Do for now is eke out words

On paper in a wide electric

Way

 

Like a fisher near new water

I cast about the promise of

Dawn blue and deep green

 

Is my better season spent

Right here

 

Because I write for you

 

C L Couch

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Canciónes de Oro

Canciónes de Oro

 

How does the song

Go,

 

My boat is so small,

And your ocean is

So big

 

(Translated)

 

Extraordinary image

Of a strenuous

Hope for

 

Amazing grace

 

Cantan ustedes,

Queridos

 

Please sing, my loved

Ones

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Valley of Death

Valley of Death

 

A hundred years ago

And slightly more,

There was war in the

Crimea

 

And we must learn

The same lesson there,

Time and again

 

Tennyson mourned

Troops lost in

Misdirected battle—you

Can look it up,

 

You should

 

 

http://www.cnn.com/2016/08/11/europe/ukraine-high-alert-russia-crimea/index.html

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Oxygen

Oxygen

 

1

 

As in I’m in favor of

And would like more;

My neighborly air

Too damp

 

Like Arabian palaces

And towers, craving

 

Light and space and

 

Breathing in and out

In an Earth-blue sky

 

Anyone offering work

Maybe

 

With room and board

 

Arizona or how about

California? Or in

 

Situ the Alhambra?

 

I know, there are

Wildfires out west—

Conflagration of a

Kind (unkind) along an

Eastern sea;

 

Thieving atmosphere

 

Suffocates

Inhaling things

 

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All fire swindled from

Prometheus someday

Will cease

 

In recompense,

 

While damage to open

Lungs and other

Capabilities are

Prolonged matters

 

Fire-scarred will

Propitiates our faults,

Mitigates any anger

For the rest, leaving

 

For last joys our homely

Fires burning against

Night

 

We, dwelling through

The cold, may story-

Tell the impact of our

Age

 

(epilogue)

 

Oxygen feeds fire and

Needful issues

 

Propelled by nascent

Hope and sometimes

By outraged

 

We have no choice but

To deal in both

 

Breathe in air, then

Breathe out our part

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Psalm 49 (a penultimate song)

Psalm 49

(a penultimate song)

 

Before the last,

One more thing,

Please, to say:

 

O Lord, like all

The seasons that

You muster,

 

You are constant

In provision;

 

Might we live in

Gratitude,

 

Thirsty children

Who can yet look

Up before

 

We stoop, saving,

To drink—

 

Risking, yes, a

Moment of hurt

Brilliance

 

Gazing, as we

Do, toward the

Direction of one

Who has

 

Left life for us

 

In a healing cup,

Freely filled with

Consequence,

 

And bread that

Was earth-fired,

Once

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Psalm 48

Psalm 48

God Breaks Through

 

The day comes

When God breaks

Through

 

When an open hand

Will not be

 

Withheld by grace

Or by design

 

We cannot bring

It down—release

Or entice it

 

Our timing has no

Meaning here

 

We should leave

It all alone

 

A mind ordains, a

Host obeys

 

The earth will be

Complete

 

Ready to be

Apprehended in

 

Capture and in

Understanding

 

Day time and

Night time

Without time

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After a Few Days Away

After a Few Days Away

 

I drive through

A steam-filled

World

 

At home, more

News of dying

 

Both by design

And unassigned

 

I gather in

Headlines and

Their stories

 

While struggling

To breathe hot

Wet solid air

 

Searching for

Hope-openings

Through which

To inhale

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