sine wave

There is a pulse that runs
from day to day
through eyes and skies
and determines
whether crows gather overhead
to pluck out eyes
or just to turn the pages
of the calendar

One day we sing and smile
the next gasp as the earth
collapses beneath us
or a flood sweeps all
toward the pit
except the crows
calling instructions overhead
moves of the chess pieces
in the great throbbing game

The piston of the world
shoves in pulls out
dragging its orbit
closer to the inevitable
conflagration

if we can
we shall spin off
in time
and leave those
birds
to play above
the pulsing sun

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foxes

slender, coltish,
playful red and white
like little collies
a pair in the woods
on the island
have mated
and now
there are five

One of our cats
is older, wilier
but the other
is a trusting
friendly paw-shaker
who may discover
just how unsporting
cute friendly
wild foxes
can be.

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beige


Uncomfortable

	Listen to a joke in Czech
		or Serb
		and wonder
		if you should laugh
		at the end
		or ruin the mood

	Walk alone into
		a party of couples
		and stay alone
		semi drunk
		all night

	Sit in a loud party
		unable to hear
		anything but noise
		and the calendar flipping

	Listen to a friend
		raving about Wal-Mart
		or some other institution
		you think is seditious
		and say nothing

	Listen to a Baptist
		Jihadist
		talk about
		family values
		and nod slowly
		while keeping
		a fixed smile

	Express your views
		to a lamp post
		while waiting
		for the bus home

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