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There’s lettuce in my coffee

as I navigate a volume

of produce from this week’s share

seven pounds to be exact

In a break from chopping kale

I learn that Donald Hall has died

Guess it’s not so surprising

I just then had been thinking

about what aging feels like

in the extremities to be exact

So let me raise this cucumber

to farms and poets and living

Tuesday in June

After the storm
a red-tailed hawk
swept
toward the comfort
of far-away
pillowy rainclouds
and I wished
I could tag on
for points beyond
this place

1976 El Camino

The odometer

when I left for work

on your birthday

read 44444

which gave me pause

as after all

we are a family of four

and we woke on your day

in our four-poster

Maybe this number

represents a window

into our world

or yours

or the pedestal I put you on

or the box you keep me in

or the highest-flying

diamond kite

no keys

I passed an El Camino

on the highway

and flashed on our getaway

flying in style

enameled tinge of guilt

because as you know

it’s a two-seater

there was room only for you

and me

Pink

I

am true

     -est sky-ish

when I’m with you

Wish I could think to pink

     away

     your blue

Tetractys in the Imaginary Garden!

Our Patch

Once
there were
flowers here,
pink peonies.
Now we scratch for sustenance in the dirt. 

Writing TETRACTYS poems in the Imaginary Garden!

Fraternizing

The enemy

has gained substantial ground

establishing headquarters

under my chin

a brigade

staking claim on my belly

directing nasty companies

up my thighs

as resistance

seems increasingly futile

and what is there to do

anyway

but raise a white flag

or attempt to shamelessly consort