Tag: cookies

• A Note on A.T.’s Poem to A.H.H.

  I
  I too long for a bright future
  	Where our old wounds might melt into
  	Soft warm light. Though I know so few
  With the gentle-fierce faith of your
  
  Heart and hand. So, despite the cut,
  	Would the gloom pass faster when he
  	Fell unripe, unred, though heavy
  With sweetness almost tasted but
  
  Lost? Or as he drifted, to see
  	Your grey friend blindly gobble down
  	Rotten fruit from a rotten clown,
  Praise a pain that keeps him unfree,
  
  With no thought or will for escape?
  	His garden, once green, now full
  	Of wild slugs and brown waste. So pull
  The bandage off, put on your cape
  
  And fly through the storm. Say then, please, 
  	Who held on to their brave ideal
  	Or with dull eyes were ground to meal?
  I wait but hear only the breeze.
  
  II
  We pose and hope those we don’t know
  	Will learn and sing our name. One day
  	Hordes of them may happily pay
  For our fancy cookies. Let’s go
  
  Another way. Past this small verse
  	The world burns, of course, and the greed
  	For new cargo, which never freed
  Anyone, lingers like a curse
  
  We won’t shake. So, would it be best
  	To play the bee and drone away
  	The painful with the pleasant day,
  And wait for some sweet someday rest?
  
  III
  A fly tries its luck on the wide
  	Patio door and buzzing does
  	It again. Unconcerned with was
  It feels a freedom just outside
  
  Of reach and reaches. When our friend
  	Hits the glass, open up and let
  	It pass outside. Why get upset
  That the trip together must end?
  
  Maybe I’m reaching too far now,
  	Smudging with soiled fingers what I
  	Know little about, but this fly,
  Unstoppable, teaches me how
  
  To move about the house and sing
  	A little song; maybe enough
  	To justify this cloudy fluff
  And shine a somewhat tarnished thing.

  August 7, 2023

  bee, breeze, clown, cookies, fingers, fly, fruit, light, pain, patio, rhyme, sing, wounds

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• Weekend in PA

  Broad Street Market Harrisburg

  Amazon FedEx Ground Crispy Chicken Strips Mazda Subaru Chevy Hyundai UPS day lilies widening the highway tree stumps deer on its side judging mind Ford Tesla Rocky Mountain Chocolate Toyota traffic slow for no seen reason sedan SUV truck sedan sedan SUV I’m a lucky man to live in my building SUV SUV truck tired left turn off the highway narrow streets crawl for parking low-grade worry red brick humid cigarette scent black raspberries cherries fat ginger root sunflower seeds dried kiwi cherubic girl in a white bonnet unsmiling all out of sea moss smoothies and some other kind I don’t care about peanut butter cups in unimagined combinations melting Indian Bangladesh African Korean Burmese wish I had skipped breakfast huge sharp fans in the ceiling whole fish cut fish sweet corn and bean stew sweet potato noodles summer rolls three ways rice cakes canned boba LGBTQI espresso oatmeal and molasses and white chocolate chunk and monster cookies thick radishes chunky carrots kale and chard crisp stand at attention third planet is sure it’s being watched hot half sour dill pickles pickled garlic canned pear peach salmon and coconut and toasted cheese and peanut butter and sweet potato and grain-free dog biscuits outside cooler air still singing

  after lunch the next day

  
  the shine of my copper pen a bluebird chasing a chickadee from the white birdhouse rabbit crouching low as I walk the dog doesn’t see her then speeding away street corn flatbread Harvest Grill s’mores dessert cup rows of daylilies again and again by homes the side of the highway the forest ripe raspberries tattooed lady selling dog treats smiling my back not hurting too much helping mom set up for the food bank distribution with Rachael volunteering us the folks enjoying the nuts nut butter dried jackfruit we brought down telling and hearing the same stories seeing dad improved some of Lori’s bread for breakfast sleeping better the second night they’re still using the bidet seat I recommended yesterday getting down on a single charge glad the folks watch less network news finding some old books to read once or again getting some decent writing done

  back home from the old home

  
  a dog barking in the complex nonstop for how long now why does it bother me so much why does it jump inside and start barking at my heart split my head but I hope that dog has a good life what else can I do what would it be like if I could control all the dogs in my heart somehow worse I’m sure am I sad to leave the folks 200 miles away with no career in the north am I worried about my own creeping doom inferred from their eyes am I ripping someone off talking like this but who I can’t remember might as well write some more right and then the neighbor on the other side of the wall music for hours bass thud you can hear commercials this guy still listens to commercial radio I shouldn’t judge what does it matter but why not use headphones still I don’t know his whys and whatevers fucking autocorrect why can’t there be silence when I want it and something else when I want something else but that’s a child’s mind I know but I can say what I want does venting help or does it dig the hole well deeper well

  September 4, 2022

  bluebird, bonnet, carrots, chard, cherries, chickadee, commercials, cookies, daylilies, deer, dog, dog treats, espresso, food bank, ginger, heart, jackfruit, kale, kiwi, mind, noodles, nut butter, peach, peanut butter cups, pen, pickles, rabbit, radio, raspberries, rice cakes, silence, stew, summer rolls, sunflower, well

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