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Just Wondering
What would really happen if I didn’t listen to the sales pitch of every slick promotion? What if I didn’t have an answer for every question that I could possibly imagine? What if wearing a face mask in public was easy to do? Oh, wait. I know the answer to that one.
I wonder how many businesses, especially restaurants, will never reopen again after the shutdowns. Are we on the verge of economic calamity, or not? It’s hard to conceive of how much worse it will get before it starts to get better.
Does anyone really question the fact there are “haves” and “have nots?” In the face of that, think about how many times we can find ourselves a member of either one of those two designations for a variety of given situations.
Nothing is so simple that it can’t be seen in more than one way. There is nuance in everything.
I am pondering the possible difference in amount of work required if we would have cut the growth in our empty paddocks sooner and more often, versus waiting until now, when the growth is tall, thick, and laborious to bring down.
I am using the trimmer to provide plenty of clearance around our fences in order to simplify mowing the rest of it with the brush cutter behind the diesel tractor.
All the while, I am remembering how the horses were easily able to keep growth in these spaces reduced to almost nonexistent.
We could have horses and all the work that comes with caring for them or we have unbelievable growth of grass and weeds that I need to mow.
Honestly, we definitely prefer to have horses.
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Barreling
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one thing
after another
and another again
each challenge making things harder
than they already were before
robbing sleep in the wee small hours
returning it without warning
at the least of appropriate times
holding the wheel of an automobile
barreling down the two-lane
not quite close enough to home
asking the universe
for a sign
indicating the worst
is NOT what’s yet to come
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Emotions
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in a glimpse
between love and anguish
hot tears
of mixed emotions
witness to it all
lifetimes of repetition
a war to end all wars
which failed to end any
facile progress
careening haphazardly
in multiple wrong directions
following our own tracks
right back to where we started
laughing in the face of terror
refusing to be fooled
when endings start to begin
right in the middle of everything
carefully failing to notice
the veil
behind which
we always hide
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That Door
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there are days when I like to pretend
I don’t know which drawer she hides her candy in
back before the virus
there were a lot of things we took for granted
it’s funny how features that haven’t changed a bit
somehow look different now
tall tales that seemed laughable when we were young and still fascinated
have grown almost scary to me now
combined with the changing angle of sunlight
and smoke from distant fires
the world is painted in a slightly different hue
it’s a long hard sigh
done more for effect than for bigger air to breathe
waiting for all the other shoes to drop
in consequence for everyone trying to make too big a hop
from one thing to another
too many humans flit around after purposeless purposes
in impassioned attempts to not settle down and allow themselves to feel
but real doesn’t simply vanish into thin air
when we neglect to slow down and actually care
for ourselves
with hymns of wailing and flailing for peace and harmony
looking for love to crawl out of our core
blossom in our bosom
if and when we come to our senses
and finally open that door
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Relative Something 