Seasons Jobs Poems

Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I am the American worker
coal fired for refined thieves
on the thirty first floor.

My secrets rest
roadside beyond the guardrail
where ditched alleys
lead to rowhouses.

A list of porches
repeating...

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94 degrees
and rising
4th day in a row
Vegetation is turning yellow
Flowers are wilting
Tempers are rising

Air conditioners are cranking away
TVs are blinking
People sit  idly in chairs,...

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I zip swiftly along on my snow machine,
admist a white blanket with spots of green,
my trapline runs along this stretch,
Alaskan cold makes smoke of breath.

The...

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Spring and the great reveal!

Winter is now in full retreat,
those darkest days of rain and sleet,
the clouds will part, as if cut by knife,
the sun...

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Sun and traffic - day economy.
Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired
to be angry. Each day a step
toward death. What is being accomplished? The
small...

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They say it's not good to be a dreamer...

They say your sick, messed-up...

"Think like him," they say or "think like her."

But for gosh-sake...don't think like...

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the birds in the trees
and the ball hitting the glove
seems all the noise in the world
hunched like a scythe
in a hot concessions shack
the player's faces...

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Today I watched a couple of construction crews;
Totally facinated by some of the tools they used.
Their work required them to be up in the air,
Yet...

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