Long Aerating Poems

I spend time with a friend 
well, a pseudo-friend 
an acquaintance of sorts 
no, I guess he'd be a friend, 
shit, who knows 
one of those types you never really share your heart 
that authentic...

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Cold air whistles acquainting
me with Arctic Blast, when
roundly forcing acquiescing
into half foursquare corner, activating
most recent spate of

     ideal linkedin warm weather
ah...,my favorite sweet
     spot for read ding
partially...

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The ants and the beetles were all celebrating
As I wed the spider that I had been dating
And soon sixteen legs would be consolidating
I could say eighteen but that’s exaggerating

But all of a sudden the ground...

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There’s no greater spiritual healing,	
Than planting vegetable seedlings,
And feeling living soil on your hands.
You might get tired from aerating,
Watering, weeding, and cultivating.
A kind of love that’s hard to understand.

There’s just no better money investments	
Than organic...

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Gazing Windward 
	on a summer’s evening
Loch David Crane
1981

Whose waves these are, I think I know:
   his home is in the sea below.
He will not see me stopping here
   to watch the...

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SPRING!!!!


I stepped in it this morning
soft squishy, tracked it into the house

SPRING!!!

Mud, ice crusted, glistening,
steamy, warming in the
mirage of early sun.

SPRING!!!

Aromatically composting
Autumn’s neglected harvest,

SPRING!!!!

Worms aerating the soil
playing tug-o-war
with early birds

SPRING!!!

Crocus and Jonquil
Opening Day

SPRING!!!

Hats and jackets
celebratory...

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