wisdom

The sun strides into the room
selectively ignoring her.

Her two sons wield
coloured markers
the elder to draw
the younger to scribble
joyously.
They notice the sun’s
decision, unastonished.

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green

my neighbor has an asphalt lawn
it takes no time at all
no watering from night to dawn
no prepping in the fall

and all it needs is just a coat
of green enamel paint
with painted flowers that no goat
would ever try to eat

Yet I, I try to tend my grass
without the use of chemicals
just sheep manure which woe alas
smells like a plague Old Biblical

I never spray but pull my weeds
without the use of staff
all backs that such a job can need
hurt only when I laugh

And when I cut I must take care
no cuttings on his paint
I messed up once and it’s no fair
with green on green he’ll faint

I love the green on golf courses
they have a special shine
just let me use napalm or worse
on this green grass of mine

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naked

She came first
but she
doesn’t want me
to post her first name
just the inital
G

everybody else
is okay with first names

but for her
posting her first name
on the Internet
is like
stealing her shoes
and putting her
in a store window
without them

some people
who live naked
in the rainforest
similarly
won’t let you
capture their souls
in your camera

but you can still
see them
in National Geographic

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