Recedes
September sun shines /
ripening late tomatoes /
as the Earth recedes.
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“Bee”
Bee
A bee stops by, /
maybe as confused as I. /
No bud here to try.
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“Reflection”
Reflection
Images appear /
as I stare at the window. /
All are moment’s past /
carried through time by a light /
empty of your memory.
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“Fall”
Fall
Stretched out and relaxed, /
cat lies across the railing, /
empty as the fall.
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“Eyes”
Eyes
From the dark, eyes peer /
into the rising, warm day. /
Questions fall like leaves.
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“Others”
Others
Sartre once said /
Hell was other people. /
He was not alone.
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“Transition”
Transition
Leaves cluster below /
driven earthward by fall rain. /
Crowning the cool ground.
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“Oh, Monday”
Oh, Monday.
Oooh, Monday.
Oooh, Moonday.
Oooh, Moanday.
You come and you slay me.
Sunday is not done,
Not gone with the setting sun,
But there you are once more
Scavenging at my door.
A beggar with a broken smile.
You promise to be for only a while,
But your 24-hours pass
As if the sands stuck in the hourglass.
Oh, Monday.
Oooh, Monday.
Oooh, Moonday.
Oooh, Moanday.
You come and you play me.
I fall for your tattered lines.
I hope ruthlessly for the sublime.
But, Moanday, you are there,
A rumbled love I no longer share.
You once held such promise,
But now you are always upon us.
Hanging low over the weekend,
Always about to offend.
Oh, Monday.
Ooh, oooh, sad Monday.
I go to bed and sigh
As I wave the weekend goodbye.
Ooh, oooh, Moonday.
Ooh, oooh, Moanday.
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“Unread”
Unread
Fortune, no fortune /
no future in my cookie /
my cookie unread.
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“Remains”
Remains
Dead sunflower head, /
ashtray for the shells left by those /
feasting on your life.
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