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Month

June 2021

Nosh

(x = space)

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Nosh

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Tea time

Tee time

Take a break

Let someone else

Do something,

Even if you have to pay

A little for it

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A moment of vacay

As they say

Small return

On the investment

On so much living

So far,

Giving and trying

To get it right

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Enjoy the moment

Then get back to work

A little easier

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C L Couch

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Food Stack Collection

Photo by Nico Smit on Unsplash

RiverCity Christian Church (Hobart), North Hobart, Australia

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2 songs

(x = space)

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2 songs

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Song of Innocence

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If innocence

Means free from guilt

Well, that’s really

Not enough

Innocence must be

Something on its own,

Not the absence

Of anything

Something desirable

A sense of peace

Of grace that we can

Walk with through

The day

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Substance

Not a reflection or

Wishful thinking

Something that knows

The world, the score

And chooses innocence

Knowing,

Even skeptical or cynical

Strong innocence

Elastic

Durable

That knows the score

Not absence of guilt

The born-with quality

Is fine

But the knowing quality

Is better

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Song of Experience

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There’s so little

That I’ve done

Enough to hurt some people

To have been used

By people, too

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Here I am

So tired,

Breathing through

A microphone

A torch song

Emanating

Is that all there is?

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But it isn’t

I think there’s more

More sufficiency

More grace

More life

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And if it seems I’m whining

Or whistling through

My teeth

The saddest tune

Well, I’ve been

Around

Some

With so much more

I’ve never known

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And yet I think

In splinters,

Having this and wanting that

Wishing I’d done that

Wishing I hadn’t

It’s a maddening calculation

At the board

On this side of the gate

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I hope

The tally’s adequate

Or maybe we could

Toss the numbers

Into the moving water

Dividing worlds

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C L Couch

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Hope Valley, Peak District, UK

Photo by Magda V on Unsplash

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Place Setting

(x = space)

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Place Setting

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Monday, Monday

Now the song is in my head

I see a cityscape

Microsoft has placed on the computer

There are no people to be seen

But they must be there

Taken at sunrise

While many are asleep

(the photo, not the people

though one never knows)

The television drones

The coffee murmurs,

And it’s mainly done

And I sit cross-legged

In obeisance

And thanksgiving

For the time I have to write

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C L Couch

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Photo by Grant Durr on Unsplash

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Waking

(x = space)

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Waking

The backs of my front teeth

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That I ground in my sleep

Skin tags

The iffy vision when I needed

Clarity

My ingrown or overgrown

Toenails

White hair (dark again)

The perils of left-handedness

In a right-handed, mortal world

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Fears resolved

All the fear

That drove

The body and the brain

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The soul that speaks

At last

To say, I knew you were there

Thank you for the journey home

To end at last

To start

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Watchmaker’s Junkyard

Photo by Heather Zabriskie on Unsplash

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Beneath Us

(x = space)

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Beneath Us

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If God looks down

Then God should look up

Through the ground

Through all the loose dirt

In the garden

Through mountaintops

Or valleys,

Through all the fractured

Places we have made

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God looks up through

Everything

We’re planting

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C L Couch

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A mother teaching her child how to plant a tree.

#greenlegacyethiopia #pmgreenlegacychallenge

Photo by Eyoel Kahssay on Unsplash

@eyoel_kahssay_photographer

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The Gifter

(x = space)

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The Gifter

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Something brief and fragile

Like the low candle

Ready to touch the plate,

Run out of life

Of thread and wax to burn

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Who says “brief candle,”

Hamlet or Macbeth?

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Both ready for an end,

Relinquished from the missions

Set upon by ghosts and witches

Daggers and blood

And other apparitions

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That like the dagger

Blood on hands

In fact, all apparitions

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Might be of the mind,

Modern interpretation

Of medieval magic

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A gift of time in time

The gifter having only one

For whom the limitations

Of one time can

Never, never, never, never, never

Be enough

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C L Couch

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And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more.

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Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5

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red light

Photo by Maeghan Smulders on Unsplash

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Half a Building Gone

(x = space)

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Half a Building Gone

(Surfside, Florida)

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Half a building gone

It seems,

Unreal

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I mean, how do we

Take it in?

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High-rise exposure—the

Condos look

Like cells,

Like empty egg cartons

Many stories high

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The back that stands

Looks brown;

The open part looks

Silver,

Though I imagine

The effect is the light

Of day

And camera resolution

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How many died?

How many live?

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Already a pack appears

Around a microphone,

Mouthing

Not enough details

Although with

Many assurances

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Maybe that’s good

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Maybe it symbolizes

There should not

Be panic

But that the best advice

Is to sit

Or stand around

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While the recues

Work on,

Heroes

x

When the experts

Do their jobs

That they do well

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Stand by

For more information,

More assurances

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C L Couch

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Photo by Dan Russo on Unsplash

Florida, United States

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Provision

(x = space)

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Provision

(from Psalm 23)

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Still waters

But not stagnant

There is movement

Of the Earth

And provision by

Earth’s Spirit

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The saints

And other essences

Provide gentle

And fulfilling currents

And sponsor peace

Beneath, above

Where water moves

And air

And all good things

For that we might rest

Beside the water

And sometimes go in

For cleanliness

Or fun

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C L Couch

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Photo by Mathias P.R. Reding on Unsplash

France

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Anything We Give Each Other

(x = space)

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Anything We Give Each Other

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What shall I give of

Myself today?

Many skin cells,

Loose strands of hair,

Carbon dioxide

Naturally

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Thoughts as I write

Or should I talk

With anyone;

Or will a few drop down

Onto the page

Made of cells

And electrons

From me

Or the machine?

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And we will each give

Of each one

Exchange

Like inhale for exhale,

As close as

Sharing across

The boundaries

Allows inside the rings

Of a mortally fixed

Universe

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C L Couch

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Photo by Pavel Neznanov on Unsplash

Saratov, Russia

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