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Didn’t Sound Like Love


IMG_1843A nocturnal screech assaulted
the neighborhood and roused my
sympathy for a female feline
at the mercy of a heated tom.

While sipping my herbal tea, and
watching a late, late show, I could
not help hearing nature take its
course beneath my window.

The deed seemed done but still
I wondered just where those cats
came from, who had let them roam,
and why my dog lay unconcerned.

 

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Freedom


IMG_1498.jpg We exited
off the freeway
to wind around
country boulders.

Off-road-shoulder
placards expressed
state of rural
independence:

“Deer may cross”
“Rocks may slide”
“May flood when it rains”
“Horseback riding allowed”

 

Hangings


Warp of rosy ribbons
weft of thorny dread
soft and roughly twined
erratic tapestries
I weave within my mind

At the window I view
looms of crowning limbs
and undulating leaves
where wefting windy ropes
cross warps of silken breeze

Weather at last eases
bindings cut and gone
standing free garden tree
once again embroiders
tranquil greenery

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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