It could be the spring storm of snow and rain— Flooding the cornfield, and finches, chickadees flocked To the feeders next to the dwarf weeping cherry In front of the window, I open the medicine box, looking for grace— The best kind for healing and mending unfinished words. It’s Tuesday, the day after Monday, and … Continue reading Grace
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…Oink Oink…
They must be Orwellians Oinking their way to destroy The house of the unsuspected. Even the letter “M”, the thirteenth In the line-up of alphabet Yielding power on the fulcrum—left/right Is afraid to precede the “oink” For the word becomes pointless. Hollow words should be extinct, But not in this uncertain climate, They keep on … Continue reading …Oink Oink…
Ring of Fire 