Rhyming
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Aesthetic Synaesthesia
I like singers who write large stories about small worlds – Mitchell and Dylan and Isbell And Cohen and Wonder and Darnielle And Swift and Prine and Raitt And Browne and Simon and Waits And so many others whose songs… Continue reading
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My Cousin’s Hand
Thirty thousand years ago, give or take a few, Leaving handprints on the wall was quite the thing to do. (Nowadays of course, like so much else, it’s just taboo.) We don’t know why and never will, but sometimes when… Continue reading
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What Fables We’d Forge
Erase from your thoughts molten lava and chalk, The crusting and cooling and cracking. Step back a while before Hutton and Lyell, Let tall tales supply what is lacking. Because we like legends and love to pretend, A causeway the… Continue reading
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No More and Nothing Less
Why face the wall when food and danger lie the other way? It’s not that we’re shy or can’t abide the skies of steely gray. Why build our nests on window frames when cliffs and rocks abound? It’s not that… Continue reading
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Acacia Were Wondering
Acacia were wondeing, I’m standing right here, Dappled coat marrying sunlight and leaves. Tourists jolt by craving A/C and beer, Reading all ‘bout me in their Rick Steves. Surprised to hear puns coming from a giraffe? Humor suits me as… Continue reading
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A Flamingo Trialogue
Being a flamingo has pluses and minuses, Eating like this can play hell with your sinuses! Oh, stop your squawking, these petty frustrations Mean nothing when you’ve got your fill of crustaceans. Eating like this is a joy and a… Continue reading
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Shackleton and Me
When Shackleton’s ancestors still dwelt in caves, Mine floated and furled through the air. When his fur-clad forebears fought bears for their turf, Mine settled here clothing the earth. When he and his men were still dust in the sky,… Continue reading
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Iguana
Your Mona Lisa smile implies you know much more than I, Where grow the sweetest prickly pears, where hawks plummet and ply Their taloned trade among the mangroves while the crabs and lizards flit Along the sand, through coves with… Continue reading
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Spring in My Feet
Einstein-haired forsythias wave To daffodils who bow and brave The bagpipe drone and wheeze of blowers Lofting leaves among the flowers Callow cherries blush with pride, Their elders slumber on and bide The time til arthritic limbs Break out in… Continue reading
It Could Be Verse 