Wild and Tame

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090520

LOVE PANGS

Love ya, Darlin'—
serene or snarlin'!

Love them porky-pines, too.

Would'n pet one, tho'.
Would you?


CHICKEN : EGG

insight : outlook


EAVESDROPPING ON GEESE

Huh! Huh! Huh!
Huh! Huh! Huh!

I TOLD-ja. I TOLD-ja.

Huh? Huh? Huh?


LEVELS OF LIVING (for Rhonda)

Knowledge.
Understanding.
Wisdom.

We build these, one by one.

Survival.
Success.
Significance.

Ultimately, the sum.


090519

SPRUNG

We left doors open overnight,
left outdoor lights full on.

That bird
trapped in our four-cat house
was, by daylight, gone.


090518

DIMINISHED

depriving you
deprives me too


090517

REALMS

Where these meet—tame
and wild—each of us
is still a child.


NOURISHMENT

Sitting on my bed,
looking through my window—
with cereal bowl on lap and
spoon suspended—
I have deer for breakfast.


SELECTIVE

I love to browse through cookbooks.
I love to party-plan.

I love to buy from gourmet shops—
high-standarded I am!

I love to sear those prime filets
that sizzle in my pan,
or stir a roux, or brew a stew,
or extricate a clam.

But certain things, I do not like—
and those I do not do.

I do not peel potatoes,
remove the mold from cheese,
or ever wash the dishes.
I do not shell the peas.

I will not clean a mushroom
or any earthy crop,
or stop to mop a countertop;
and so, I serve up slop.


SOMEHOW, IT MAKES SENSE

Ears go ever deafer;
eyes, ever more dim.

Heart, though!

Heart is magic—
through suffering, it heals.

The more the loss,
the more the art.

Take heart! Take heart!
The more its loss, the more it feels.


COMMENTARY

Oy, oh boy, olé, hurray,
yay and ick and nix!

Words and ways
in such array.

Life is quite a mix!


SUPPLY DEMAND

Muse, don’t be so stingy!

Don’t play games with me.
When you give me nothing,
how poetic can I be?

Is this curse, or help, or dare?
All you give me is plain air!

Are you teaching, craftily,
how creative I can be?


BACKTRACKING

You relied on me.
I relied on you.

So how did we arrive
in this pickle; in this stew?


SORRY, BUD!

Howdy, Duty—
steady friend
whom I neglect
again again.


090516

IT’S THE
STUPID ECONOMY

What works?
What works?
What works?
Tell me—do you know?

You don’t?
You don’t?
You don’t?
Ah, well—so apropos!


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