Robert Ronnow Poems

This morning I put the apostrophe in
and this afternoon I took it out.
Oscar Wilde's comic wit
about the writer working hard.
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Chipmunks, squirrels collecting
bitternut hickory, chirping
against a small owl cruising
low beneath the trees.
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Nearing the end of a too busy week
it starts to snow. Dangerous
but soothing. Wherever you go,
take care. Your memories are too weak,
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When Peg laughs like Liz
deep woman-hearted laugh
eating beef jerky on Mesa Verde
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Full of courage, winter,
geese fly north. The car
almost wouldn't start.
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The mind is the body
paying attention to what
it is seeing and doing.
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Fowl meadow grass - Glyceria striata- the striations
on the lemma. Drooping rachis
a weeping willow of a grass.
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Certain days planned to be eventful
I look forward to for weeks, setting
and characters, and the work days march forward
toward the horrible or pleasurable
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The personal is boring
as are my ruminations on the war.
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It was with almost joy
that I watched at my father's
deathbed. His struggle
to let go
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