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Archive for July, 2012

Naturally Optimistic


High living sickens planet atmosphere,

ill winds blow, regular cycles disrupt;

whether or not to worry we debate.

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Muscled politics pound the world’s mosaic,

mortars crumble under booted feet,

military maneuvers capture headlines.

But, at sunrise, birds still cheerfully warble

usual blue sky songs, and wild flowers riot

in demonstrations of compatible diversity.

Amazing industry, but can an ant refuse

to carry crumbs, or march for the colony?

May it choose not to satisfy a sadistic queen?

Carpenter ants ever decide boring wood

is boring? Do argentines long for Argentina?

Do only humans suffer such ideas?

Spiders begin work with a single line,

rhythm and meter weave across space,

silken instinct creates gossamer stanzas.

In my garden, positive actions bloom:

birds pleasantly call, ants tend to business,

and spiders spin hope into their poetry.

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Old Movies


Sometimes before falling asleep in bed,
I tune in people who now are long dead,
glamorous actors from last century,
look stylish in dramas or comedy,
film noir, or high jinks of action frolic,
city bustle or somewhere bucolic.

Cinema loved a storybook romance,
feelings expressed in a well-rehearsed dance.
Entertainment sang on Hollywood lots,
before stars got cast into dark, final plots.
On home screens they shine without special effects,
computer zombies, or uncomfortable sex.

Lost and Found


Milwaukee, where did I leave my sweater?
Wished for it in Macinaw’s cool weather.
Yes, Minnesota, that’s his stray, black sock,
Albuquerque, use my tube of sunblock;
from nylon bag, eat fruit, read magazines.

We didn’t misplace the laptop or phones
glad to be back, but I miss my best comb.
His pillow stayed in bed in Chicago.
We had too darn much traveling cargo,
lost track as we journeyed from scene to scene.

But, didn’t lose each other, a big feat,
after four days in an Amtrak sleeper,
hours and hundreds of driven car miles,
always together, two weeks plus a while.
Now, with hotel soaps and lotions we teem.

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