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Death Of A Coworker

"It's a damned shame that he died all alone, "
You say with ambivalent sympathy
At one point during the course of the day,
Now funereal with the death of a man


Wherever it may go, this is the thing
That slips away as soon as it appears,
Desired above all else but
Not for the taking, not now or ever,

Crossword Puzzle

Cryptic, these discrete fragments of wordage
Mulled at the kitchen table during lunch
Or late in the evening prior to sleep;
Good for the brain some physicians might say,

Jump The Gun

Jump the gun
In your own good time
Listen to the sound
Of your gray morning wind chimes

Muir Woods

Afternoon gray off the Golden Gate Bridge
Clears away now to a lingering blue
With expansive day soaked in bright sunlight;
Tourists ride through wealthy Marin County


Summer's evening storm
Darkens my window
With the close pressure
Of humid air


Spent fireworks, dribbling in the dark sky,
Sharp lines and specks of light melting, fading,
Washing away with a faint cracking sound
While the accommodating audience

Yes You Do

I'm in no great hurry still to see it all the way
And you my dooryard beauty run from me on a rainy day

I have no small trouble now or so it is I think
And you my lilac lovely catch the big policeman's wink


Now you see us living one more glad day
The time piled high with expectations
Hanging like minutes in the hourly way

Full of that something our life's disarray

How'D You Get To Be So Great

In the sun-topped day
See your eyes locked up away

In the star-shot night
See your head held high to rights

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