Category: 2021

Ambient Scenes

“Yeah, I heard about it already,” Tom said. He didn’t look up. He was reading something on his phone. Then, although I had moved past him to the coffee, he continued, “Mayor’s son. This is gonna be a bad day.”

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Who will I be ten
years from now? How
might

I see that vision,
do I want to
see

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Ocean outside and
I find myself wondering

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On Bodega head
you meet the winds

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Late spring rain

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The wind tonight
is making
conversation—
pushy, loud,
self important,

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The moon is trying
to get my attention
through the window

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The devil you know
is the man who makes a law
that tells women not
to take their bodies

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The softness
of the night

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As the rain
drowns the night

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Our dog dreams
of barking,
of snuffling,
of running;

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Train wail oh lord it’s
a lonely punch in the night

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Now the scenes
I had not known
would remain
in memory
come back on
call, or maybe
unbidden

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Jesus said, I am
gonna dunk this basketball

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11 East St

Back there where
the bay
window was,
behind
the washing
machine
and next to
the screened
porch. Back there
where the
records were.
Back there
I go in
my mind
and three songs
jump out.

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Sasquatch, holy rover

Sasquatch, holy rover,
you are out there

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Twitter poem

What does a 280-
character poem
look like? Is it
syllabic?

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The plants in the garden
test the night soil, search
the soil with sense beyond

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With Spring in the air
but nights still cold
I wonder how
we will come out
of this sad, numb time.

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New York
was
my dreams

in steel,
glass,
sunset—

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Perhaps the memory begins with
eyes opening to yellow-blue-white daylight.

Perhaps the memory begins as
the towers glow in the window by the bed.

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