GLAZE catches eyes on pot shards in current stratum,
FLINT and microliths wait at deeper levels,
STOOPed volunteers brush and catalog, will for years.
ABUSE kept at bay, this dig is by the numbers.
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River Flowing To a Final Sea
TODAY. How many left? What fixed place where I might
DWELL? How inhabit a current? Who can pause in time?
WRING a memory from today, but what will contain it?
TACIT most days: today’s a drop in a river flowing to a final sea.
Night’s Mantle
SOLAR reveal, crime’s partial relief. Light of day
QUELLs misdeeds which under night’s mantle flourish.
SHUSH and shadow transfer from column coveted to column seized.
SHARE? When eyes are watching. Steal? When no gaze is sensed.
Goody Mildred
GOODY Mildred feeds the pigeons in the park,
SHAKY legs and rheumy eyes recede as she cares for creatures.
BITTY biddy is how some see her, sometimes I,
DIMLY viewing pigeon support. Yet I, too, must tune out aggravation through care.
Goody
ZESTY-piquant, forward, an inrush of taste and sense:
STICK to the bold recipes, or the deep ones, or the comfort bearing,
GIVEN care and good ingredients, flavor will burst forth.
‘GOODY’ signifies: what delights the palate, delights the spirit, is good.
Pandemic Effect
TIBIA of attendant kicked by passenger asked to mask.
FLAKY pandemic effect: darkness of human nature closer to the surface.
MISERIcordia most required, yet in shortest supply. it does
GRATE: who is justified to vent wrath because another does their job?
Hodgepodge
WORST, kinda German for sausage, and sausage attempt at German word,
NUTTY, ok in a cheese, worrisome in family or friends,
REACT, antonym: proact–not a word, should have proacted against,
SNIPE, bird in a marsh, telescopic bill, camouflaged. Avian sniper!?
The Latest Craze
TREND: a social contagion, perhaps benign.
A MAZE of novelty: participate? Hold out?
SAUCE sizzling with choices. Hop on, hop in!
THINK: what’s the next fidget spinner?
At the Hippodrome
BROAD sweep of turn now straightens, as hyper focused riders
BRACE upon the lathering horses: now the final stretch.
HIPPOdrome crowd holds its breath, transfixed.
GOOEY ice cream cones melting in streaks onto clutched fists.
A Murder on the Block
COUNT the shots-5?-call 911,
BUGGY world leaks its broken numbness,
LOAMY earth soon to fall on Marcel, murdered neighbor I never met.
CLOSE the book, Lord, chapters getting darker. Bring the new city. Soon.
Note: this happened last night. I did not know Marcel. He was shot to death 50 yards from where we slept.