Pink Eye
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After handing me a cup of
Cinammon tea, Colin gently repeats
How he ordered the nematodes for
The garden. And I “oh-yeah” him
And say: hey, yeah, I think I did
Hear you say that once before heh-heh and… Read the rest “Pink Eye”
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On the Verge
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We are all on the verge
Of something. Like the serene
Beagle standing so still at the
End of his leash, yet shivering
For the ripe time to snatch
That little boy’s dangling sandwich.
We are on the verge … Read the rest “On the Verge”
That Loose Girl
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I drive along Whippoorwill
With humming girl strapped down
In the grey Honda hulk
Of metal and plastic and
We pass the 14th fairway of
A country club to which no one
I know belongs, and it’s so early… Read the rest “That Loose Girl”
Come Blow Your Horn
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Little Boy Blue, do
Come blow your horn. It’s lovely-fine to
Leave the meadow, & yodel out–
In general jibber-jabber –the
Way to your tender heart.
Sister-Mother-Me
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I have a mother. She’s over there
In Iowa, playing Tetris.
I have three sisters, they are
Always available to me, on the phone
To laugh and retell stories. One of them
Did enough work, herself, to
Find her … Read the rest “Sister-Mother-Me”