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rocklady ~ smith<\/p><\/div>\n

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Wood Smoke in Chill Air<\/strong><\/p>\n

The cusp of the crisp
\nLeaves dry fallen crinkle
\nBeneath bicycle wheel<\/p>\n

~ smith<\/p>\n

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Untitled Note<\/strong><\/p>\n
On the front porch
\nThinking about
\nMolly, Mary & Marley…
\n“is this love
\nis this love that i’m feelin’?”<\/p>\n
Fantasing about smoking
\nMy last two cigarettes
\nWhile i punch these keys in.<\/p>\n
& quill them.<\/p>\n
Haha<\/p>\n
Quietly reveal them.<\/p>\n
It’s 6:03 in the morning.<\/p>\n
The Golden Arches
\nAcross the street
\nLight up thru the
\nDraping American Flag
\nWaving incessant.<\/p>\n
This Present
\npraying The curse
\nout of my gift
\nWithout cursing it out
\nUnder breath
\nIn
\nBetween lips.<\/p>\n
Smoke exits.<\/p>\n
& i shall enter
\nMy shell
\nLike A turtle
\n& when i return
\nI will be turquoise
\nGold & Purple.<\/p>\n
By choice.
\nMy voice
\nA ruddy merlot.<\/p>\n
~ MaxWell Shell<\/p>\n
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Pond Wisdom<\/strong><\/p>\n
I am thankful for this afternoon\u2019s sun
\nIt is warm and clear but not oppressive
\nlike the heat of August.
\nSeptember has turned into a healing month
\nbut it is taking time to find this new groove.
\nSitting by the pond in the shade of a pin oak reading
\nI see painted turtles basking in the sun.
\nThey have lined themselves up on the half-sunken logs
\na procession of a dozen or so sleek black shells reflecting
\nin the water.
\nAny movement I make and they quickly bolt.
\nIf I remain still, one by one they resurface
\nand retake their respective places in the scheme of things.
\nI forget a lot of things in life are like that.
\nPrecious things, often simple things, come into view
\nwhen we finally sit still, observe and listen.
\nAnd finally today I do just that.<\/p>\n
~ c.m. brooks 2014<\/p>\n
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