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***
My
basketball coach used to say
the
score doesn’t matter to us,
up
thirty points or down thirty points
we
still ..
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***
(Years
ago many rural communities shared a common telephone line, a party
line.)
Kids
don’t believe it these days,
t..
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***
The
green sun penetrates the jungle.
It’s
impossible to know the day --
the
first on Earth or somewhere near
the en..
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***
His
job is simple, a little sand
with
a little seed mixed in,
carried
in a bag slung over his shoulder;
a
silent trouper,
wai..
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***
I
didn’t drink coffee this morning.
My
cup is still in the sink and dirty.
I
know, that sounds like a lame excuse,
..
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writing
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***
The
world is an inchworm
carrying
a flashlight strapped
to
its back. I guess you can guess
these
are the winter blues
..
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***
Here
it is another Christmas,
and
the kids have flown to Paris
and
New York, as far away
as
United unties the bond..
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haiku
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(after Thomas Lux)
The
wind, silent nothing,
begins
to speak in the languages
of leaves, and the tree limbs
bend
and whisper;..
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