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When Jobs gave us a sneak-peek of
the Teach the Children ad, we all cried.

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The Art of Prewash

I told my son that
every time I come across
a dish with peanut butter
or egg yolk encrusted on it
coming out of the dish washer,
I curse both him and his parents.

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runoff from the high ground breaks through
from under ice-crusted snow, cold water flows
such a deep blue that its black,
like the lines of a broad felt marker

salt left behind by a tear,
cooled in the wind,
dried on your cheek

you ask me if I will stay mad all day,
I ponder if I am simply supposed
to support all you purport to be
despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary

in response I ask
how can I be sure

I turn to watch the bolt of
life from the underbrush
startled by your footfall

you oversimplify the world, I say,
there’s a lot of gray between here and now

while you overcomplicate it, she says,
…I’m right here

you ask me if I intend to remain mad all day,
I ponder if I am simply supposed
to ignore, forgive, forget,
despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary

I turn to watch the bolt of
life from the underbrush
startled by our footsteps

you overestimate your claim to the world, I say,
there’s a lot of gray between now and then

while you overcomplicate it, it’s all here,
it’s all right, she says

runoff from the high ground breaks through
from ice-crusted snow cold water flows
deep blue-black like the lines of a broad felt marker

salt whisked away in a tear
blown by

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Follow the vertical seam where the wine racks meet,
trace to where it intersects the horizontal plane
of the top shelves, there where the two lines junction
is a white paper bag, rumpled but packed.
Bring it the next time you come.

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Decor

The rooms we inhabit
are sadder than the lives
we live

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Simpatico

I tell my budtender, a large man,
I don’t want a strain that piques the appetite,
I don’t need to be making pizza at 3 A.M. He nods;
he knows what I mean.

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Along the Berg

runoff from the high ground breaks through
from under the ice-crusted snow, flows
such a deep blue that its black,
like the line of a broad felt marker

Salt left behind by a tear
cooled in the wind,
dried on your cheek

you ask me if I will stay mad all day,
I ponder if I am simply supposed
to support all you purport to be
despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary

in response I ask
how can I be sure

I turn to watch the bolt of
life from the underbrush
startled by your footfall

you oversimplify the world, I say,
there’s a lot of gray between here and now

while you overcomplicate it, she says,
…I’m right here

you ask me if I intend to remain mad all day,
I ponder if I am simply supposed
to ignore, forgive, forget,
despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary

I turn to watch the bolt of
life from the underbrush
startled by our footsteps

you overestimate your claim the world, I say,
there’s a lot of gray between now and then

while you overcomplicate it, she says,
can’t you see, I’m right here

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See: Humility

Check out my books! Yeah – you and Robert Frost.

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My mother and granddaughter,
the oldest and newest people I know,
together in one photo, reflecting light
back to the lens, a most beautiful array
of photons on glass, ink on paper

Don’t fade away

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In time, all tumbles down,
breaking crowns, thumbs in pies,
lasses on tuffets, lads in blue,
kitchen utensils running away,
the love – the fear – the awe,
the moon, tiny lambs unsheared,
goodnight, sleep well, sleep tight,
the first last stars we see,
godspeed, good light, till morrow.

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