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Seven Short Poems


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Soup Recipe

Always err
on the side of
generosity.
None of us knows
what lies ahead
for those we feed
and care for.

Life is big,
unknowable.
It is best approached
zucchini-like,
all out.

This poem was found poem in the
Dairy Hollow Inn Soup & Bread Cookbook

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The Present Moment

The present moment
is a hamster wheel,
the future clawed
quickly
into the past
without ever touching down.

The present moment
is a plane flying backwards,
eyes fixed on
the disappearing
vapor trail
as if it were
a path.

The present moment
is.

That's all, folks!

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The Tao of Squash

No matter
what I plant
I grow
pumpkins
due to my
inept
composting.

Those
bygone
jack-o-
lanterns
come back to
haunt me:
having
not
burnt up
their seeds.

As go squash,
so go we.
More manure
is always
the answer.

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Right-Mind

sun:
corn-mind

wind:
kite-mind

no sun, no wind:
fireworks-mind

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Dream Softly

Dream of kindness
instead of mistakes.

Pick thoughtfulness
to dwell on
rather than
counting up hurts.

Forgive others
their illusions
that they might
overlook yours.

May peace
sneak up on you
in your dreams.

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Drive-In Opera

Through the empty
parking garage,
the man with beads
in his dreadlocked hair
strolls,
singing opera
open-throttle.

His well-trained lungs,
two vest-pockets
of air, really,
fill the whole space
of this
acoustic theatre.

The swelling tenor
vibrates
the very rebar
in the
cement pillars
like walls that might,
any moment,
come tumbling
down.

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Arc and Quiver

"Live with skillful nonchalance and ceaseless concern."
~ Prajnaparamita Sutra ~

The bow of ceaseless concern
is half a parenthesis,
a supple yearning
that bends towards
the pain,
and holds the shaking
steady.

The string of skillful nonchalance
resonates and sings,
jumps on whim,
holds nothing back -
just a breeze can thrill it.

It takes both to shoot
the arrow of grief
skyward,
transforming the cloud
into rain,
splattering all
with inclusive
joy.

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