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| photo ~ Jerome Delay |
Sick Days
Middle of winter
I knock a bug to the carpet —
what is a bug doing here at
my lamp this time of year?
for the longest time
I have been watching it slow-
ly upright itself on the
heavy weave of carpet as
if it were me —
I can’t stop watching
A Moment In The West
Fairly pretty
In a pale violet
Long skirt, white
Blouse, black hair
Sells me one very blue
Iris from a thick
Bunch in a plastic
Pail, wraps it with paper
And blue string
Then smiles at
Susan who I
Hand it to —
Who takes me
Out and shows
Me more of
Santa Barbara
Our Life
You
&
me
&
then
some
You
The woodpile I stacked in the woods
Is precisely as I left it one month ago
Where I dropped the cherry tree
Bucked it up, split it, stacked it
It was left to the sun, rain, gloom
Harmless showers, longer nights
And if I’m a nice guy
I’ll cover the woodpile
Before it snows
It’s all up to me
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Bob Arnold
Heaven Lake
Longhouse 2018
