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Perpetual

The next morning
after a month’s rain in 24 hours
the sun appeared,
bright, cheerful, disingenuous –
reparation?
Nope,
had nothing to do with yesterday
this is radiation
go down the corridor and talk to precipitation.

I saw the dog first
wondered if it was stray
then she moved
straightened up
from wiping the headstone
banishing debris
replacing flowers.
Mid to late 80’s at a guess

‘‘Dearly beloved.’
biography,
condensed,

chronicled in concrete.
Till death do us part.
It did –
30 years
she’s still the wife
still cares her husband is well turned out.

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.