Cherita #5

“Line 5” has corroded

snake oil flows
through aged pipelines

it slithers 12 miles
through Native land
pushing fossilized lies

~

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Cherita #2

the crowd pushes through the zoo

well fed creatures
stretch and yawn

screaming children and
tourist waistlines
form the ursine punchline

~

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Cherita #1

shut the box and locked it

grandma carried the load
to beloved garden plot

among the clementines and lilies
she labored, humming,
and buried it six feet deep

~

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An Evening Storm

forecast stated storm warning
I opened the windows wide
felt the air’s restless churning

Hot & Humid
vs
Cold Reprieve

they argued
forcing wind through my screen
where insects clung by the dozens,
helpless

I crawled in bed
windows open
and listened

Nature interrupted
her children’s dispute
with
driving tears
angry spanks of lightening
and
a booming voice of thunder

her reprimand was frightening

Hot & Humid
lost some steam

Cold Reprieve
warmed

they shook hands and agreed to sleep on it
through the night

I woke up
to sunshine streaming
through
windows opened wide

met the calm breeze
and flying insects
as Mother’s weathered children
danced together
in her morning arms

~

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The Ricochet

“I got it”
yelled the boy
as feathers went flying
the body hit the ground with a soft thud

it was his first kill
harvested
with this year’s birthday present
in his grandma’s backyard

a pellet gun
aimed carefully

“lads will be lads”
said the dad
fantasizing
his strapping young hunter
field dressing
a 12-point buck

“it’s just a bird”
said the mom
consoling
her son as a few of his tears
splashed
on the winged carcass

“what a shame”
said the granny
sighing
a few days later
upon discovering a nest
filled
with
dead
baby
birds

~

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A Helper’s Haiku

chicks lift loads like ants

once buttered, the babes feasted

little red hen bread

~

for my daughter, who takes my photos, is a terrific stage blood artist and bakes delicious bread so we don’t starve

~

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