Tag: Monochrome-Madness
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Morning Garden Seat
Morning Garden Sitting in a bright gardenBees and hummers buzzing throughCount breaths, in and out –LE – 6/3/25
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End Of May Ride On The Tucson Loop
End Of May Ride Sol’s ultraviolet raysPinking my already tan legsAs the sky marblesOver the mountainsAll the way around Prairie dog pupWizzed by on the peripheryHightailing it home, no doubt Motorized ‘bikes’ flew byOnce again, out of the blueDestroyed the ambianceOf an otherwise peaceful day Almost hit a large June bugThat crossed the pathJust in…
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Success?
Success? If propagating the speciesIs a mark of successThen, that I amHaving bread children And in the processI’ve not killed or injuredAnyone mortallyThat I know of As for improvingHumanity’s lotContribute my meagerInput the best I can In the long viewWas it worth the effortAnd occasional pleasuresFuture generations will decide Don’t want to go outWith a…
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Riding And Sweating
Riding And Sweating clear cerulean domewith no cloudsscanning Sol’s barcodefrom the seat ofmy tadpole trikegenerates a 401 error yellow Mesquite blooms are now mostly gone replaced by an abundance of seed pods decorating their longleafy-green bows Palo Verde in full bloomtheir seed pods to arrive soonas a third or fourth iteration ofBrittlebush is blossomingand now,…
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Leave Sleeping Dogs Undisturbed
Old Che-Che Old dog nappingIn morning sunshine suits meJust fine –LE – 3/26/25
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Explosion Of Homelessness
Explosion Of Homelessness Since I arrived in TucsonThe number of homeless hasIncreased by at least five times Unless something is doneI expect the dry riverbed will becomeA homeless community end to end And then whatWhen the monsoons comeAs they surely will, sooner or later? Only one answerEat the rich and theirLickspittles governing us For their…
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Late Winter Ride
Late Winter Ride translucent cloud-terracesclimbed the western skybisected by a few awkwardlyangled contrails etched in the blue spied a roadrunner and a prairie dogscurrying in opposite directionsamidst early Brittlebush blossomsalready gone blowsy this late winter day the mighty Santa Cruzbone-dry as the surrounding desert floorwhile the peaks of the Catalinaswear China-white shawls –LE – 3/16/25
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Gaia Cries
Gaia Cries Sultry afternoon in SpringTucson-dreamingMeditating Waiting for long-delayedAbsent rains to nourishThe parched land The dry riverbedLanguishing in dustMouth open wide EmptyCrackedDenied As Gaia cries –LE – 3/5/25
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A Conspiracy Of Shadows And Their Ilk
Yes, me thinks shadows do have an ilk…; -)~ Shadows Rattling windows and doors,coolness that implores,explores,stretches,moving up vertical placesat questionable angles,lying across tables and chairs,stairs and floors,deepening the gloomin already dim places,in cornersand behind closed doors,sharp or soft edged,misshapen pools of darkness,yes, and me too. Auras of suspense — presupposed,magical, mysticalto those so inclined,play of…
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Another Memoir Memory – The Black Knight – 1968
The Black Knight It was a crisp, early fall, late evening; and the very airseemed alive, crackling with energy, shimmering in thestreet-lights’ dim glow, where the colors of trees, bushes,and parked cars were rich and deep on the desertedstreet, with golden highlights on everything… I waswitnessing Shiva’s Dance. Then it rumbled in the distance, like…
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