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April 27: John James Audubon
You Can’t Get There from Here Bird watchers top my honors list. I aimed to be one, but I missed. Since I’m both myopic and astigmatic, My aim turned out to be erratic, And I, bespectacled and...
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April 28 Birthday: Harper Lee
Atticus’s Speech Atticus was speaking easily He walked slowly Up and Down In front of the jury and the jury seemed to be attentive Atticus paused He unhitched his watch and chain and placed them on the...
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April 29 Birthday: Rod McKuen
So Much of Spring I never saw so much of Spring as I see now. The tender willow turning amber. The nightengale, the sparrow in the heavens raving. The moon behind the spider making web, now blotted out...
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The Way
It was in this way, She knew the tree Would fall. It was in this way. Go ahead and believe In what you will. The path made Is the one you chose. It is in this way That a life happens. –Shaun Perkins
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In Preparation
The sewing needle rests next to my eighth vertebrate. I cannot feel it but know it is there. The thread circles my kidneys like amber capillaries. A sloping row of real pearl buttons, tiny full moons,...
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Accessory
I wrote a poem on a piece of a grocery sack today. A few months ago I bought the above two pieces of artwork, or as they are called on the back “wall accessories” at a thrift store. They are both...
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The Train to Will Rogers
Today is the birthday of one of the greatest Okies who ever lived. Will Rogers, who was born Nov. 4, 1879, said, “It’s great to be great, but it’s greater to be human.” In honor of Will, here is a poem...
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Laying in the Parking Lot at the Low Water Dam Store
The cops were called in because of the report Of a woman “laying in the parking lot At the dam store.” It’s not spoonbill season So the store was not busy, Just one woman supine on the concrete And...
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The Beacon of May
In May, the leaves of the redbud beckon me from the window where I look Out Instead of being Out “Beckon” comes from an Old English word Meaning “beacon.” May is a beacon with its multiple layers Of...
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Eros in September
The dotted dirt floor around Psyche’s feet pulled me into a story of another’s trials. I held the image of my love for a few seconds, and then I turned away, turned back to the stories of childhood....
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