Water Watching Poems

I am watching,
  A single leaf handing by a thin thread.
  Has been there for days,
  May twist and turn so many...

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This true story must be told,                                       ...

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watching the planes go by in an open field
a glass of cherry apple cider in my left hand
my thoughts are on nothing
life is on hiatus...

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sitting in some type of sand
listening to the angels whisper
the water is flowing like gentleness on calm
a rare smile creeps up on me while watching...

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Watching Blackbirds

Again, I find myself watching the blackbirds
They come as a cloud that sits upon the ground
Each respecting his wingman’s space
As they pass overhead, they...

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A string of scows lift on a late flux.
Sunset spreads itself along the crests of far hills.

The Ohio plunges into cooling shadows,
then a shimmering pause...

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I love watching whales sleep…it is one of nature’s wonderful adaptations…
how they’re able to sleep while floating in the water…in a kind of suspended animation.

I...

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She delighted in the sun playing in her golden hair
Leaning against a conch shell on a white sand beach
Humans were not in sight yet, it...

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I felt like something was watching me 
As I followed my children on the path around the lake
I saw nothing, so was still, looking. 
Expecting...

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wasting well water wishes
while in wastewater wading
waiting waist-high wailing
weeping, wailing—
what a waste!

wasting well water wishes
while we're waxing waning
waning waxing waging
waging, wasting—
wherewithal!

wanting well water wishes
while whole...

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Sitting here watching the rails fall 
There are too many that are so tall 
It maybe for the best that the young riders stay at...

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A string of scows
lift on a late flux.
Sunset spreading itself
along the crests of far hills.

The Ohio plunges into cooling shadows,
then a shimmering pause
as the water...

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Listen: The Lyrical Lilt
that lilac
and lavender
lend to our language,
like leased luggage purposefully lost,
unrolls from lifted 
tongue
to level the valley 
and shallow
the depths of the gorge.

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Once upon Trump time,
Free-range,
organic,
totally uncaged hens
brown
and black
and even white
and all things in-between
prepared to vote for more green climate health
growing indoor/outdoor good-egg chicken family values
planning to...

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Watching,
… Waiting,
… Wishing it would come.
There were clouds just now
… where are they now?

White, grey and in between.
Come on rain
Where have you been?

Imagine the smell
When...

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