Month: August 2022
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the man on the park bench
beneath the spreading branches of a scotch pine treehe finds silhouetted beautyseated – still – solitaryships slip past the watery horizonbeckon, then roll softly byhe captures the canopied nature of the nothingness then-the way a hallowed archway enchants and frames herlike the anointed subject that she ishe returns here,to the wooden benchbeside the crooked tree,…
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for bubba
there is a coolness in the air this morningmaybe it’s all the rain we’ve collected this weekor maybe it’s just time, slipping softly byeither way today is the day you left for the fourth gradei don’t know why the 1st day of schoolalways takes me back to your first day of life,to that stunning first…
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an august sun
i was born with the late afternoon of an early august suna waxing sagittarius moon was high and day blind in the cloud-blue skyi was born a seekerin a sterile hospital, beside a shallow riverthat drifts and wades with tall grasses and state lines, even nowan entire country and most of what interests me lies…
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for sandra
i lost my mother once and then twice before a first grader the first time the cusp of sixteen the last countless stars have burned to dust and still i remember to not forget her in loving memory of my first mom, sandra lopes santos {4/4/54-8/2/97}
santos scribes 