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Choose
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freedom
to choose health
in the face of other options
takes effort
that is rewarded
incrementally
sometimes infinitesimally
over time
do the math
not the science
that it takes
making rockets fly
simple addition
day after day
for months at a time
healthy emerges
for goodness sakes
like green on the grass
running in a river
rounding the rocks
headed toward forever
where life is esteemed
and success of good health
the spectacular garnish
that feeds on itself
in magical ways
running and jumping
with joyous persuasion
returning investments
of health options chosen
turn off that tv
go do something else
break down that routine
be someone else
that unlikely person
you never felt could
emerge from your shell
stuck there for good
just a choice
to be made
inside the mind
there’s reward to be nabbed
free for the choosing
life filled with promise
of better than good
outside the lines
of everyday drab
just beyond reach
of those who don’t try
it’s easy to grasp
for the bold few who do
exercise free choice
to choose better health
not just for a day
but from now on
days-months-years at a time
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Thinks
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there are too many thinks
to think about
all up in our heads
some gathering clout
to gain in importance
the rest dribbling out
falling through cracks
too wide to stop
real ideas
leaking right out
out of our sight
and far from our minds
joining lost things
deserving thought-time
leaving behind
unspecified finds
words from our friends
chores that aren’t done
happy-go-lucky
freewheeling big fun
heavier things
left incomplete
usually because
they’re too hard to do
needing deep thoughts
not here to fall through
grabbing for grasp
while clinging to hope
some new way will come
to successfully cope
succumbing to sleep
that seeps up from below
the too many thinks
continue to flow
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Fourth
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holiday weekend
early July
at the lake
kids galore
laughter and tears
“get me a drink”
“I want that”
oops
manners forgot
sunny lake breeze
boats to and fro
soccer on the lawn
plastic chairs
as goal posts
game without borders
play continues
through the playground
around the tractor
and back
19 goals later
throngs hit the beach
shrieks splashing
in every direction
parents lounging
side by side
on chairs in the shade
as the sailboat returns
triumphant
smoke wafting
from the hot tub burner
and our campfire, too
where the potatoes in foil
simmer enticingly
marshmallows melting
charred by flame
then card games on the porch
firecrackers popping outside
carefree pleasures
galore
happy weekend
celebrating
July four
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Sense
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delayed reaction
ancient wisdom
flows
invisibly iridescent
radiating tangible value
solutions
overflowing with simple
yet complex
enduring congruence
of earth
rocks and sky
sunlight
growing things
water
waiting
like notes in a song
existing
obvious
and lost
in patterns
of the whole
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Mystery
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Mystery radiates from everything
filling a void most choose to ignore
lightly dusting echoes with possibility
triggering that hint of a sneeze
asking for nothing
expecting even less
waiting for the evening
of our days
when you are long gone
though, you were never even here
just a figment of imagination
made real by possibility
and repetition
false memory
as credible as belief
a platform from which to dive
into the unknown
naked and alone
holding hope
and using it to float
past all the rest
of everything that doesn’t matter
happening every day
letting the ever-changing daylight
paint the backdrop of inner space
deeper shades of each unknown
effortlessly
without a hint or clue
quietly
as if not to awaken
some logical reference
to concrete and sequence
a genuine happiness
waiting to gently alight
from somewhere out of view
a phantom itch
that needs a scratch
… a void
that mystery gladly fills
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Updating
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softly
tip toeing
into the river
of updating software
doesn’t feel quite so soft
when jarred
by messages
frozen
on screen
that don’t respond
to frantic pushing
of buttons
panicked clicking
of keys
gnashing of teeth
whimpering a curse
languishing in limbo
adrift
between versions
of executable code
without a paddle
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Relative Something 