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March 2022

Presenced

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Presenced

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It should not come to this

But God

Rescue us

With miracle

Maybe miracles all around

Friend and foe alike

Even on the blooded field

Now turned

For fallow ground

Ready for

New planting

New heaven and new

Earth

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Break, Break, Break

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Break, Break, Break

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I feel the weight

Of everything

And my heart can’t take it

Well, it can

I hope it can

It’s the manifestations of emotions

The effects

Of what has happened

Bad news

Does it get worse

Or does it feel worse?

Maybe I’m enduring

Or preparing

Where is Nietzsche’s strength?

Whatever doesn’t kill us

Leaves scars

Hard tissue

And doesn’t acclimate us

Better than

A more pedestrian process

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No, as it goes on

We might become inured

While underneath

Our hearts

Break and break again

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“Break, Break, Break”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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weight of glory

(x = space)

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weight of glory

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what do we say

sometimes the weight is too much

it presses down like gravity

on a wide planet far away

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is there grace in the stars

the kind that made them,

I suppose

the love that means covalence

molecular intimacy

and from there through our bodies

back to the stars

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when I saw this at first, I thought it was a field of stars

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Homers

(x = space)

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Homers

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A brother gone

Another brother going

Like homers from the park

What’s on the other side

Of the stadium,

We wonder

Though we know

The town outside

The city of disorganized noise

With the ritual

Inside the designed

Space

With bases and a plate

Clean lines

Maintained swarths of green

This is what we know

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On the other side

Is chaos

And unknown

There are streets in heaven

There might be traffic patterns

Something to guide

The hit,

The sail home

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Photo by Andrew Jephson on Unsplash

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Ranger Rick

(x = space)

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Ranger Rick

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Last I dreamed about

My brother Rick

And about raccoons

Raccoons probably because

I saw images of red pandas

And understand

That red pandas are not bears

But more like raccoons

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My brother Rick because

We’re talking about

His last months

And hospice

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Raccoon Rick

Wasn’t there a Ranger Rick

And was he, if he, not a raccoon?

Or was the raccoon

A sidekick or an animated

Symbol generally

Like Smokey the Bear?

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Telling us

To live safely

Preventing forest fires

By keeping our own

Fires inside the ring

And dousing them completely,

After

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Safety toward

Cancer, metastasized

Keep everyone comfortable,

I suppose

Deal palliatively

Everyone on all sides

Of the cancer

Fighting, still

As much as they can

Capability

Will

The fight

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Death and Saint Patrick’s Day

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Death and Saint Patrick’s Day

(17 March 2022)

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There has been

A death in the family

We will gather tonight

It might seem

As a wake

Though really it’s for comfort

Something pleasant

In all the difficulty

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Which is maybe what

A wake is

Why the Irish developed

The remembrance

Bittersweet

Like coffee with sugar

Porter in a glass

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Though the glasses

Won’t be broken

Ritually,

It might feel like a christening

Launching a spirit

Into heaven

While

Our part in having something

Unofficially good to do

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Goodbye

Farewell

Fair winds, as sailors

From many nations say,

And following seas

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Thessaloniki

(x = space)

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Thessaloniki

(from a skeptic maybe unknowing, maybe envious)

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To the Thessalonians,

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God wrote you twice

Once was not enough

Why not?

All the other cities

Jerusalem

New York

That did not get a postcard

Or a phone call

A telegram to say with urgency,

Wake up

And smell the western Asian coffee

You got two letters

It could be said you’re twice as bad

Or that the urgency was dear

Are you better now?

I should come to see you

How you’re doing

But I don’t have a camel or a burro

And Land Rovers are expensive

I have to see the wall

Through video eyes

Though I hope my prayers

Are real enough

I write my petitions

And read your letters

(I see you’re actually

pretty good)

Hope for the best

And signing off

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Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.

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Photo by Elena Theodoridou on Unsplash

Thessaloniki, Greece

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Cry Caesar

(x = space)

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Cry Caesar

(15 March)

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I could talk of Caesar

It’s his ides

He died

He was killed

It was awful

Stabbed by two dozen knives

Of senators conspiring

Some of whom were killed

Themselves

After trying to escape

Or trying to stage a coup d’etat

Ending the republic

Staging instead

The empire

That would live as long

As the republic

Then fall into philosophies

And artifacts

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Two millennia and some

We still talk about it

Assigned the play

We might be taking sides

Empire

Or dictator

Sadness all around

Without good sides

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There is a better way

That republic idea

Seeded in democracy

That might not be so bad

For nurturing

And flourishing

Say, starting on the sixteenth

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Piecemeal

(x = space)

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Piecemeal

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I wish there were no war

I wish peace could abound

And not forestall

I wish we made enough

And a little more

For neighbors, strangers,

Celebrations

I wish the world were not a mess

Unless it could come out

Cookies on the other side

And a centerpiece

For a long, long table

Levels and heights to accommodate

With chairs of many sizes

Everyone invited

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