It’s true, isn’t it,
that some days it’s just one thing
after another?
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On a day like that
it’s sometimes best to breathe deep
and pray for some contrition.
It’s true, isn’t it,
that some days it’s just one thing
after another?
~
On a day like that
it’s sometimes best to breathe deep
and pray for some contrition.
On the other hand,
those Marching lions and Lamb’s
will wreck the early flowers.
~
Unless the lion
lies down with the lamb and from
them flowers can grow.
As February
draws to a close, is there one
thing about it you will miss?
~
What is there to miss;
the variable weather
and raging influenza?
Marching up and down
a rainy college campus;
not highly recommended.
~
You mean you were not
singing a jaunty tune as
you marched to a younger beat?
Maybe we should move
from Ars Politico to
Ars Poetica.
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On what we focus
tends to fill our frame of mind
coloring all other scenes.
Is there some omen
in that murder of corvids
swarming about the flagpole?
~
How does that saying
go – ” run it up the flagpole
and see who salutes”?
Even birds know when
to tweet and when not to – a
feat beyond our president.
~
Foolish sparrows tweet
when the hawks are circling,
thinking they’re invincible.
A day without news
even sponsored by illness
has been a welcome respite.
~
Sometimes we just need
a newsless break to gather
will and wit to compensate.
If our leaders were
mentally healthy we’d have
rational gun control laws.
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Fear and self loathing
weigh heavily on the mind
even of powerful souls.
When the foggy dawn
is the perfect metaphor
for my sinuses, what then?
~
Your body of work
will consist of fog and phlegm,
but not a cold heart.