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Insurance, Roll

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Insurance, Roll (2 poems, maybe a minute and a half, then thirty seconds)

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Insurance

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Someone’s game

Since what’s insured

What’s assured

The people

Whom I deal with

Are human

They are kind

As well as enthused

And

Yes

They’re selling something

We sell lots of things

Not always cordially

Especially when

Necessity’s involved

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These are

Community people

We live in the same town

We buy and sell

Sometimes

Maybe often

From each other

We live here

Don’t we live here

A modern age

That has split generations

Hasn’t split everything

Between us

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Not that a moral’s needed

Some would say

No doubt

Leave out

But

Maybe

There’s some insurance

In that human sameness

For our differences

Maybe

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(my car was totaled and I’m inheriting my brother’s car, dealing with all that)

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Roll

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I rock

Without a chair

Just rock back and forth

While seated

(wherever)

Works out my lower back

A little

Plus it encourages distraction

While sometimes

Reflection

I close my eyes while moving

Think of nothing

In particular

And listen

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C L Couch

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Photo by Emily Grace Corley on Unsplash

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The Cup of Cold Water

The Cup of Cold Water

(“I was thirsty, and you gave me drink.”)

 

There’s nothing like cold water

If you’ve forgotten

Allow me to remind you

The aqueducts of Rome

Spiral wells in the Atacama

Oases here and want to be there throughout the world

 

The lack of it in Flint

According to recent studies

Not trusting my tap water, either

 

That’s all right, let them drink from plastic bottles

(we can have it with our cake instead of bread)

Tell that to the lack of wells in western Africa

And those who only have the wherewithal

For thirst

 

Other than the vine

No greater metaphor in Scripture

Yours or mine

Or simply keep the paperwork

That says we cannot drink

Or of the warlords who say,

I have water

So I win

 

I once drank water through the ground

Artesian promises

But

The pressure of the

Earth is not

Enough alone

To make it clear

To keep its savor

We have ruined all of it

 

I don’t mind filters

I’m glad for Brita

But too bad I cannot trust a spring

In the desert

It’s not the suddenness of romance

But the assurance of a poison

 

I’ll take my filters now

As long as I can

I’ll arrange fundraising for

Wells in real wilderness

But for the suburban places that were made into our own

We can buy

We can vote

We can find the difference

In the basics of thirst

The right to hunger

 

C L Couch

 

 

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