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Should Have
I should write one more poem for April
and one more for the rain while there is still
something called rain
because it might vanish, the philosophers say,
I had a best friend once
and a wife
with beads and blue eyes
the shine on everything
Ritualo De Lo Habitual
I’m not sure why I comb my hair
the same way each time
adding two equal drops and a certain swoosh
of the palm of the hand to the side
Ode To Lamps And Light
Dear light I thank you
fluorescent provider for me and mine
Without you I could not walk
away from the hearts of others
An Instant Of Pie
I once made an apple pie from scratch
I browned the crust
added just a pinch of cinnamon
I even plucked the apples and sliced them
The Innocent Louse
The louse can live its entire life
on the curve of a cat’s tail
boring tiny burrows
for homes and suburbs in the flesh
If everyone could cease
to see you at all
If everyone would suddenly refuse
the information of senses saying
Maps, Travels, Contours
The heart simply does
and “does” is the best word
for what cannot be explained or plotted
in a story or a graph
To A Statue
you unperson!
you unthing!
Would you simply vanish?
and would my heart cease
I wrote my own obituary just yesterday
as a matter of fact.
It was on a whim – a trifle
of my own invention

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