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April 2021

An Excuse Not to Ask Directions

(x = space)

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An Excuse Not to Ask Directions

(you know electrics fail from time to time)

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Back roads are best

They still need

Paving

Until I get

My Jeep or an ATV

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State routes are

Good

Try Route 8 in

Western Pennsylvania or

Route 22, across

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Or any road

Inviting small adventure

Maybe there are

Trees

Or a turn,

The end of which

We cannot espy

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Utah, USA

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Wounding Time

(x = space)

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Wounding Time

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Hot, rainy day

I could be in Brazil

Except for lack of

Verdure

Did you know that the

Big mark of the equator

In Ecuador

Is wrong?

There is another line,

A smaller line,

A ways away

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I’ve never been

To Greenwich,

And I don’t know

What might be wrong

There

Or in Geneva

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In the planetarium

When I was young

(it has been

moved),

There was

A Foucault pendulum

Enormous,

Knocking down pegs

So faithfully

Marking through collapse

The hours in the day

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Atomic clock?

I’ll take a sundial

But then

I don’t need

Tactical precision

In my day

Microseconds for transactions

Bids and buys for Wall Street

Testy parents

Watching watches

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Olympics

Boats skimming water

Shoes on tracks

So many things need

Measurement

Of time

I’m sure

I hope

The athletes have joy

In their work

Pleasure in the wind

Running under the sun

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There is a tower

Somewhere,

Where four faces are

Four clocks

Each clock noting time

Each clock a little off in minutes

From the other

So that

When people meet

There,

No one is late

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Goodwood Festival Of Speed , Chichester , U.K.

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There’s a Story at the End

(x = space)

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There’s a Story at the End

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I don’t know what to say.

I need the birds to

dance across the

page

with their feet dipped in ink.

It’s a medieval riddle’s

answer,

though it would be cruel

to force birds’ feet

into wells.

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I guess we take their feathers,

turn them into quills;

maybe we could wait

to find quills

inside forests:

gifts from the sources of stories

and the desert

and the sky

and moving waters

taking the shape

of earth below.

That’s what I want to tell,

a story!

Something for everyone.  And

is there such a thing?

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Once there was a child

in a forest

Who came upon a grown-up

clearly starving.

The child gave the grown-up

the only piece of

bread

in the child’s bag.

The adult rose up and thanked

the child.

Then they noticed that

the child’s bag

had a hole through which

crumbs had fallen—and through

forest-magic

had not been eaten

by birds or other creatures!

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They knew certainly where the

crumbs

would take them,

so they went home

where everyone was

known,

because everyone was

home.

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Sidewalk

(x = space)

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Sidewalk

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Leaves and parts

Of leaves

Here and there

Brown from fall

Pressed down

By winter

Mission accomplished

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Green from spring

Ready to scoot

Along

Time for discovery

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Uncertainty Principle

(x = space)

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Uncertainty Principle

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God,

We have the day

And I’m thankful

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Things must make

You thankful, too

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Not surprises, I suppose

Though in Christ

It’s said that you are human

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So maybe you can

Be taken in

By something that we choose

To say or do

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Free will

Would be really free

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Ramsgate, UK

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Victory at Sea

(x = space)

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Victory at Sea

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The sadness

That so much is done,

So much never started

But then I’d want

Eternity here and now

Everything

All possibilities

From which to choose

And choose again

To get it right

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Would that Earth

Could turn peacefully

So that choices might

Be made from

Wisdom and from joy

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But too many

Steal podiums to say

Beat the other side,

Don’t hesitate

To shoot

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The second problem is

That hate will shoot back,

And when our

Magazines are empty

There is only peace

In death, that is,

Lives taken

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Sibling murder

We pretend the other

Is not human

But a target for our rage,

For demon-stoked

Disapproval

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This is so the world is mine,

Rendered in my own image

With death the medium

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Would that

Famous people

Would shut up

And listen to the Earth

For a while

Then listen to us,

Which is nearly all of us

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Pain, thirst

All kinds of ideas

And agendas

Find them

Find the stories

Hear them

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Let change happen

Speak to it

Let peace prevail

And every other goodness

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Favorite recipes

Homemade holidays

Comfortable shoes

Barefoot where the Earth

Is welcoming

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We welcome each other

Sparing the lives that only

Insanity demands

And criminality

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There is little more to say

Stop destroying

Leave self-righteousness to God

From whom we can learn about

Justice

And safe water

And living as if everything

Is home

For everyone

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The title is taken from a TV series about bravery in war.  Music by Richard Rodgers.

To be at sea also means to be adrift.  Wanting to head for home.

(Not that the ship in the image is adrift, as in having no control. I don’t know.  The ship looks lonely, though.)

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Photo by Javier Balseiro on Unsplash

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Ancient Chores

(x = space)

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Ancient Chores

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I imagine

Standing vigil

Is no fun

To be a soldier

On the wall

Even with peers

And a fire

In a brazier

Now and then

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Maybe we

Call out the hours,

Which could keep

Us alert

In counting time

And I guess

The fires should be

Shielded away

From away

So that we might

Look out upon the field

To suss what

Might be stirring

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But then

Comes the dawn

We are there

For the arrival,

Change in shift

Maybe change in orders

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And is this

Holy, set apart

For godly purposes?

Does God arrive

In the dawn,

Apollo in a chariot

As our neighbor

Greeks might say?

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Well, I should

Head back to

The space in which

I live

When I’m at home

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This duty’s

Not so bad

Even as I wonder

Where is God

If in the sun

Or the chill wind

That blows

As if

Another wind

Had never

Crossed the yard

Before

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Marrakesh, Morocco

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Crime

(x = space)

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Crime

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Someone

Went up to her,

Threw acid in her face

Then ran away

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He is at large

To coin a phrase

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Her contact lenses

Melted into her eyes

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She’s nearly blind

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She breathed the acid in

And cannot eat

Solid food

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There is burned flesh

On her face

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What kind of criminal

Would do this?

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I don’t know

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Was it because she is Muslim?

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Hate crime

Is another phrase to coin,

Though as with things we repeat

And render trite,

There is meaning here

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She cannot be the same

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There is pain

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There will be healing

And there will be healing

That can never happen

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Nafiak Ikram and her mom were getting out of the car at their home when a man rushed up to her, threw a caustic liquid at her face and ran off.
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“My whole life changed in a matter of five minutes,” the Hofstra University student said in an interview with WCBS-TV. “We don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.”

“. . . what could I have possibly done to somebody?”

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Photo by Vadim Sadovski on Unsplash

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Earth Day

(x = space)

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Earth Day

(2021)

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And

With Earthlings there

Is a relationship

Dysfunctional and thus

Destructive,

So say

All the tops of trees

Burned

By acid rain

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Earth survives

As it may

And sometimes must

Fight back

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We’re only guessing

But with all the metal satellites

Surrounding,

You’d think we’d know

Earth better than

To ruin it

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Yet we must ask

Victims of hurricanes:

The storm,

The flood that

Take one’s own

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Earth was no friend,

And who is with them

Now?

Earth and Earthers,

I can only hope

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Source of pleasure

Source of pain

(source of profit)

It is our world,

Though we eye another

It is our microcosm

And an old,

Old story

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Moon who watches,

Heaven beyond,

Hell below,

Ten circles in the center

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Everything we know

In the

Cosmic narrative

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Maybe it’s time

To release Cartesian

Orientation,

Since lines really

Do not hold down anything

And are twisted when

New encounters

Overthrow

The old

(which is

discovery)

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Time

To like the Earth

Again and like it better

We should know how

By now

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Photo by SpaceX on Unsplash

Satellite over the coast.

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