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Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep;
The storms are raging on God’s deep—
God’s deep, not yours; be still and sleep.

Charles H. Spurgeon
(Streams in the Desert)

DAY OF DELIVERABLES

italian sausage with banana
peppers in a sesame seed bun.
earlier donuts,
as J Christopher’s served
plenteous tables, needing
to be bussed — no sense
fussing over customers,
waiting on me and him.
you would have given us
the day having not enough
hands to deliver the stuff.
life is rough, post-pandemic.
we will stir our coffee again
in your establishment, reputable,
but for now our brunch grab
is a half-dozen, craved, cream-
filled, and fried, chocolate covered
and glazed. my eyes. i scramble us
up some cheesy-eggs so we don’t 
just fall asleep as the world calls
to memory our dead - quite likely
the reason we live. books leak
into my eyes, lips, ears — gears
turning with a one day panacea
of someone else’s lives. the other
hand free to stress over the internet
that doesn’t allow for catch up
of files. day spent riled, filled,
and not alone nor in stacks. stack
that all up to life on earth. angels
watch my ups and downs.
that is my teeth crunching, gritting,
sounding out words from Coopers’
Muskrat Castle on Glimmerglass,
and a couple chapters of Sawyer’s
Sinking Sand, with a hopeful side
of Cowman’s May 31st reading.
flipping pages, not pancakes,
nor my wig — ruminating about
many things: my mother…

6/1/2021

Books mentioned:
The Deerslayer by James Fenimore Cooper
Sinking Sand by Kim Vogel Sawyer
Streams in the Desert by L.B. Cowman

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