April 17, 2014

Another storm,
a flash too easily
remembered.
You turn from the window
as the rumbling builds.

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April 16, 2014

In half-light, our
cat kneads the black blanket—
pressing and
alternating paws,
sharing her cruel gift.

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April 15, 2014

Half-awake
as lightning-kissed windows
briefly reveal
pattern and form and then
back to our black dawn.

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April 14, 2014

Sweeping years
of leaves from the roof—
half-composted—
the metal crevices
ready for planting.

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April 12, 2014
Alert

At daybreak, a ‘possum
roots through seeds fallen

in the grass beneath
our bird feeder. You sneak

around the house with a camera
to catch him at it—

digging for scavenged
breakfast, face pointed

to earth, light streaming
through tree-choking vines

and branches of the young
Japanese maple. At daybreak,

cable news traces
mysteries as dictated by viewer

ratings and demographics
and towed pinger locators,

bodies perhaps never to be found
at any depth. You’re far away,

camera snapping pictures
across the expanse of grass

and our pine-needle strewn zen
garden, and the ‘possum

moves on, his black eyes
looking for the next

breaking story.


#napowrimo #poetry #poem #possum

April 11, 2014

Late sunlight warms
my sickbed. I shift my
body, no comfort.
There are pills for this, but
you bring me healing tea.

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April 10, 2014

Tonight’s most unan-
swerable dark
swims just be-
yond the
glass.

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April 9, 2014

Washing dishes, I stare out the window,
past the lucky bamboo,

thinking about war, random stabbings,
the mistreatment of animals.

On the television, the host says
put your hands together for the end

of the world.

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April 8, 2014

Here, April has
released its last chill
(perhaps) this sea-
son. A breeze sweeps branches
into the evening.

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April 7, 2014

Trees shake loose
the fluid tendrils of rain,
branches now free.

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