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Hard In the Back Yard

  The vinca like my curiosity purple-flowered for a while must be curbed and constrained pulled out before it takes over. Two fingers up means street’s anger is rebuked reduced by home-bodied age-crossed beauty. Two hands across the face ten … Continue reading

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Voices In the Blue

  The bullfrog in his hometown was singing his hometown song it was low and bold it rang out strong it cooled the heat and warmed the cold. Soon the bullfrog heard another voice he had not heard before it … Continue reading

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Aquifers

Between the subject and verb I lost a self-deluded offshoot between the manicured lawn and curb I misplaced another dear tall sapling who thought he was disrespected. Between the cooing of doves and the aggressive cheeping of chickadees I was … Continue reading

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Which Child Will Live It Out?

Sung over and under the chorus wonders, Who hears my trope? Which child will live it out? My oldest is a cluster of cousined pillars assembling a single voiced community from red intertwined roots. I had a boy on my … Continue reading

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One of the Little Ones

Uncle Joe was not the youngest of the busy Richards bunch. He was the next to the youngest. But he is the only one left that I have to get to know any better. The other night I drove out … Continue reading

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Scrawled

Will I have said something will the smell of science and catastrophic wisdom splash on their faces and make them embarrassed? In the middle of the century when my children finally dump my ashes happily into the Atlantic off of … Continue reading

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The Other Side of Brother Martin

Passed on to higher deserts gone now to the long-playing funky format in a murky sky my brother liked a groove – raucus was okay as long as it fit in the right rut. We all like a groove but … Continue reading

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