Daybreak
Doves dart from ancient gigantic ficus tree.
Today
Unlucky one dies because no match for the falcon’s speed.
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Tag: postaday
297
I pulled out a twenty
Retail clerk said
“Sorry sir
We no longer accept paper money
Pay only with your phone
All purchases must be known
The Watchful Satan
Is always with us
So we are never alone”
288
Coming into the Hermit’s library
Wife
Said
“I cannot take it any longer”
“I need to dust this place”
Armed
With a box full of dusters
We cleaned a few shelves of books
Then
She
Started sneezing
And
Needed to take a break
Saved
By an allergy attack
Until
Next time
285
The flourishing 90’s
The good life
Would not end soon
Dollars
Scooped up with a gigantic dustpan and broom
Swinging back and forth
Moving mountains of hay with a pitchfork
Shifting sand
Globalization
Moved across the land
Jobs have disappeared
Elites
Now offer peasants
Handkerchiefs
To wipe away the tears
100
Humble on my knees
Casually pulling weeds
My garden comforts me
99
Sitting peacefully
Back straight facing the blank wall
My blood pressure falls
60
Sprinkling tear-drops
Continuity is lost
Cold like winter frost
49
I’m a block of ice
That you pulverize
With your pick and sledgehammer
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