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Sowing

2/27/2017

*Seed Saver* Steven Kenny

Sowing

This
Years
Pursuit,
To
Sink
A
Deep
Root,
Till
The
Barren
Soil
With
Tears
And
Toil,
Plow
Under
The
Broken
Heart’s
Hope
To
Make
A
New
Start,
Pull
The
Weeds,
Scatter
The
Seeds,
Water
And
Tend,
And
Maybe,
Just
Maybe,
Love
Might
Mend,
And
Grow
Again.

Brief Nudity

2/25/2017

*Photo by Bill Wadmans*

Brief Nudity

Words
And
Music
Beating
Through
The
Blood,
Ancient
Pain
No
Drug
Can
Tend,
Life
In
A
City
Of
Clouds,
Under
A
Shy
Water
Color
Sky,
Finding
There
Are
Breaks
That
Won’t
Mend.
Taking
A
Walk
Across
The
Sun
To
Shadow
The
Earth
With
The
Self
Can’t
Be
Done.
I’m
Grains
Of
Sand,
Filling
A
Rift,
Ambiguity
Into
Perpetuity,
Periods
Of
Drift,
Often
Gathering
Plaster
And
Lath
To
Build
A
Laugh,
Penning
Raindrops
Here
In
This
Room,
Where
Imaginary
Gardens
Bloom.

Avus

2/23/2017

*Long-tailed Widow Bird*

Avus

The
Black
Bird
Stalks
The
Yard
Collecting
This
And
That
Shard,
To
Carry
To
His
Realm
High
Up
In
The
Elm,
Doing
His
Best
To
Build
This
Years
Nest.
He
Lives
In
A
Hole
In
The
Tree
Where
A
Branch
Used
To
Be
And
Comes
Back
Every
Spring
To
Sing
His
Mimic
Song
All
Day
Long,
Pretending
To
Be
An
Exotic
Creature
I can’t
See,
Living
In
Splendor
Above
Me.

Catarrh

2/21/2017

Painting by *Reisha Perlmutter*

Catarrh

Ah,
Spring!
Season
Of
The
Rose,
That
Causes
Nasal
Passages
To
Close.
Eyes
Mist,
Kissed
By
Wafting
Breezes
That
Carry
Bird
Song
And
Sneezes.
I glory
In
The
New
Formed
Leaf
And
Strive
To
Ignore
Mold
And
Spore.
Soon
Enough,
Time
Will
Fly,
And
Erase
This
Tiresome
Issue,
But
For
Now,
Pass
The
Tissue.

Pour Quoi Pas

2/19/2017

*Willem de Kooning* Woman

Pour Quoi Pas

I sing
In
The
Shower,
And
I sing
In
The
Car.
No
Matter
The
Hour,
I am
A
Star.
When
I paint,
I paint
With
The
Truly
Great
And
Become
More
Than
I was
Before.
I don’t
Hesitate
To
Write
With
Gifted
Authors
Of
The
Past,
Whose
Works
Will
Last
Beyond
The
Life
Of
This
Happy
Fool,
Ambition
My
Sharpest
Tool.
Hubris?
Pride?
Yes,
Why
Not?
It’s
All
I’ve
Got.

Diversion

2/17/2017

Diversion

What?
Build
A
Wall?
Such
Gall.
What
Country
Do
You
Think
You’re
In?
This
Ain’t
Berlin,
And
You
May
Recall,
That
Wall
Didn’t
Work
At
All.
Fool!
Try
Digging
The
Rio
Grande
A
Hundred
Feet
Deeper,
It
Might
Be
Cheaper.

Heartfelt

2/15/2017

Heartfelt

A
Wet
Valentine
Of
February
Grey
Yesterday,
But
Now
The
River
Sparkles
Sluggish
In
The
Sun
And
Travels
On,
Muddy
Green
Brown,
Nibbling
The
Edges
Of
The
Town.
Across
From
Me,
I can
See
Forsythia
Coming
Into
Bloom,
Awakened
By
The
Rain,
To
Live
Again.

Visitation

2/13/2017

Visitation

Sleek
As
A
River
Rat,
The
Politician
Orates
At
The
Town
Chat,
Front
Rows
Filled
With
Flunkeys
Who
Applaud
As
He
Mimics
God,
Ruler
Of
All
He
Sees,
Who
Only
Aims
To
Rescue
You,
Please.
It’s
A
Lie,
Pass
Him
By.
He
Has
Neither
Honor
Nor
Shame,
This
Is
All
A
Phony
Power
Game.
He
Will
Retire
Soon,
To
Recline
Upon
A
Chaise,
While
Minions
Fundraise.
He’s
Political
Riffraff,
Like
His
Lackey
Staff.
I’m
Disgusted
And
I’m
Pissed.
Watch
Me
Resist.

Dinner For One

2/11/2017

Table For One

Mrs.
Gurney
Journeyed
To
The
Store
To
Buy
A
Little
Something
More.
Growing
Thinner
By
The
Hour,
She
Needed
Dinner,
Sweets
For
Treats,
And
After
That,
A
Jumbo
Whiskey
Sour.
There,
To
Start,
She
Placed
In
Her
Cart
A
Choice
Cut,
Humanely
Slain
By
The
Grocery
Chain,
Added
A
Jar
Containing
A
Honeycomb,
And
Returned
Home
To
Cook
The
Roast,
Dine
At
Nine,
Herself
As
Host,
And
Totally
Ignore
The
Late
Mr.
Gurney,
Buried
Beneath
The
Floor.

Phenomenon

2/9/2017

Phenomenon

The
Moon
On
Friday
Fell
Into
The
Park,
Leaving
The
Planet
In
The
Dark,
Bounced
Once,
Then
Flew
Back
Up
To
Take
Its
Place
In
Outer
Space.
Few
Noticed
And
Fewer
Cared,
But
I saw,
And
Watched
In
Awe
As
It
Floated
For
A
Moment
On
The
Breeze,
And
To
All
Intent,
Resembled
A
Moldy
Cheese.