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We till the garden putting under
Last year’s stalks and leaves
To fertilize, to clear
Hear we plant the seeds
Of this year’s work

:- Doug.

Aswim in the ocean of
Galaxies & universes is
Our particular world of
Little paychecks & big super stores &
Momma’s in the nursing home

:- Doug.

Loud brakes & horn breaking
Your concentration on something
Not here, not now
G*d is
Small child barely noticed pulling
Lightly on your sleeve for
How long? She is too

:- Doug.

Juxtapose
Juxtapose
Just suppose
& use where it takes you
To walk to another town
Juxt suppose
Just depose
Corn and pea pods
From out your garden
Squash the lentils &
Plant party invitations instead
Maybe you’ll harvest
Limericks & piccolos &
Lovers this year!

:- Doug.

What would you write
With your grief-cursor?
What is the rhythm
What the rhyme
Of your father’s shrinking mind
And future?
Where the wholeness
Can you help—or allow—the
Circle to close
This breach that feels so heavy, today?

:- Doug.