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Hopscotch

Hopscotch

 

I don’t know why that comes to mind except

That it is a game that can be won

And folk all around

Can take it fine

 

It’s

Satisfying quantities of asphalt, chalk, and

Small stones

Congenial lines and arches

A game for friends

A game in which core competition

Is with the self

To jump and stay on balance

 

Dusty chalk

I miss it, maybe you do too

And games whose consequences tend toward

Civility

The garrulous courtesy of children (worth

the risk)

Unlike the fractured day in

A quarreling, gimbaled world

To which I’ve awakened

 

C L Couch

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Tomorrowland

Tomorrowland

 

I know I’m old and stupid

Fell in love too much while I was young

And now rising is hard

 

To hope

To dream that what I believed

Was magic still

Might cast the spell

 

It might, you know

The color and the lines of love that

Make imagination and

Might make it real in time before

I resign

 

To what is dry and normal

Everything illustrative surrendered

To the age in mind of

Dust for aspiration

Of remembrance and renewal

 

Rather make for a

Place of once and future joy

 

C L Couch

 

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Earth, Victim

Earth, Victim

 

It was reported in the ‘70s

That we had enough nukes to

Melt the crust off planet

Earth

And in 2016 campaigning in the USA

An uninformed remark

Was made: Why do we make nukes

If we don’t intend

To use them?

 

We’ve learned how to recycle

Trash and plastic

We can even scrub the skies

To good—

Saving—

Effect

 

Against ages of waste and disposal

From age-old stability of the

Earth itself,

Our efforts are nascent

Yet

We have humanity in two minds:

One mind mutters, doesn’t matter; I’ll

Be rich and dead and gone

By then

The other mind considers the catastrophe

And asks what might I do

How might I repair

My tongue, my thought, my profit

So that

There’s an Earth-home

In which to have all good

 

Meanwhile the

Earth itself

Blows out hurricanes our

Way because

It’s losing breath

And also torrents of rain

Because it

Weeps

 

Earth bleeds through the crust:

We can rise to help everything that’s wounded

Or

We can fall

The way the planet’s falling

Failing

Now

 

C L Couch

 

https://youtu.be/tbnmRghubsQ

TYSON: There are people who have cultural, political, religious economic philosophies that they then invoke when they want to cherry pick one scientific result or another. You can find a scientific paper that says practically anything and the press, which I count you as part of, will sometimes find a single paper and say “Here’s a new truth.” But an emergent scientific truth, for it to become an objective truth, a truth that is true whether or not you believe in it, it requires more than one scientific paper. It requires a whole system of people’s research all leaning in the same direction, all pointing to the same consequences. That’s what we have with climate change as induced by human conduct. This is a known correspondence. If you want to find the 3 percent of the papers or the 1 percent of the papers that conflicted with this and build policy on that, that is simply irresponsible. How else do you establish a scientific truth if not by looking at the consensus of scientific experiments and scientific observations. Abraham Lincoln, the first Republican president, signed into law in 1963–a year when he had important things to be thinking about–he signed into law the National Academy of Sciences. Because he knew that science mattered and should matter in governance.

 

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Neighborly

Neighborly

 

My neighbors have the touch

I don’t

 

College plate on the car

Bumper stickers back of the van:

Honor students ride here

Gymnast and ball player

Two girls I know

Boys, too

 

Existential crises don’t rate

Stickers (until maybe they do—

Do you brake for existential crises?)

 

My place rests in piles

They don’t match

Books have melding themes

No organic particles (the

food stays in the fridge)

But nothing else set right

 

Aesthetes inattentive

To theory or approach

To dissertation on the better handling

Of things

 

They do it with unconscious serenity

Of their own way, my

My friends who live original rites

Realized

Small-town perfection

East Main Street

 

C L Couch

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Solstice 3

Solstice 3

 

Because something smacked the Earth

Billions of years ago,

We lost our axis to ninety degrees

And gained the seasons

 

Everything we sing about

All the agriculture,

The seasons of our labor

The romance of tilting under windmills

(axis upon axis)

 

We have what we have because an alien thing struck

Us

 

Sometimes intrusion

As cosmic intervention

(how would life be without its turns)

Can be wonderful

 

C L Couch

 

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Land of Treats and Water

Land of Treats and Water

 

Old Dachshund and Old Poodle

Will one day find this

They look for it all the time

I hope in the kairotic way of keeping divine time

We will be there to meet them

To walk on grass that rolls just right

Up to the edge of heaven

 

C L Couch

 

3

Before the Formal Feeling

Before the Formal Feeling

 

When there’s pain,

Everything enwrapped that might be good

‘Til sight is pushed down toward the ground

And placing arms around

Takes nothing but

Dust and air

 

And ashes that rise to sting the face

And render bitter tasting in the mouth

What then is left

That’s hale or promising

The hope of life for

Tomorrow or even in time that remains today

 

I think I’ll have the drink that bites

And chew on some bread that’s burnt:

Salt and ashes

Herbs that sting,

Spells of ordinary stuff

Quotidian magic

 

The miracle in the day might be a breeze;

Some of the dust of flesh

Cobwebs

Might rise off the nightmare,

Lets gazing up to see some yellow light

 

Falling on new leaves

Caught in early spring

First breaths upon the earth

 

C L Couch

 

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Chechnya

Chechnya

 

Where, reportedly,

Our sons are murdered

They will not sin anymore

Or commit the crimes

The states say are capital

They will not bring

Us down with them in shame

And loss of standing

Though we are prostrate in

Outrage and

 

In grief

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Crime Scene

Crime Scene

 

She was asleep

And it fell upon her

Trapped from life

That left her never

To wake again

 

It is a still scene, now

Xes on the trees

Still riddled with disease

But will not

Fall now except to mortality

 

Her home crushed

She will not live there again

The roof is gone, and

The better home will not have her

Again

Unless haunted in memory

 

The bitterness in life

That will go on

If in arrhythmia

A halting step to pace

The life that will persist

That must

 

C L Couch

 

http://abc27.com/2017/05/01/tree-falls-kills-child-at-lancaster-county-campground/

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