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Red-Nose

Red-Nose

The faraway look
is always needed,
perhaps even most
when the press at hand
is tall, dark and wide.
If you can’t see
around or over,
Then close your eyes,
stop your ears
and look inside.

Riddle

Riddle

Do you know
what makes her special,
that she hires people
better than she is?

Because,
most often,
they don’t.

Something inside her—

Anchor

Anchor

My wife made pesto
and shared some of it
with Katie, our neighbor
who served it with pasta
for her and her husband.
She emailed first thing this
morning, saying Delicious!
Earlier in the week
Katie held out cookies
she made for her

Choices

Choices

I really, truly
at this tight moment
can’t remember
who first bit into the apple—
Adam or Eve.
But that’s the point
isn’t it?
What difference
does it make?
I’ve never done

Chair

Chair

We spent dinner last night with a couple we
deem dear. Ease is our union. Three

hours together, time was as fleet afoot
as a determined west wind. This

morning, though, I’m dazzled by that humble chair.
I have little recollection of how it held me so well

and inflicted no discomfort. What better can I say

Tillich

Tillich

The great theologian
who spoke with
a thick German accent—
I met him once,
went to a lecture.
Afterward, my friend
asked him
what he meant by
existentialism.
He said that was

Career

Career

What does the
road warrior want,
having that last
cup of coffee
in the hotel dining room
before it’s off
to the sales call,
interview, presentation,
smiling participation
in the workshop,

Movement

Movement

Who cares
if you’re running
in circles,
so long as
they’re shadows
that spell movement?
Circling itself
is a sign
of thoroughness,
building power—

Barber

Barber

From Bari,
southeastern coastal
town in Italy.
Poor, came to America
in his teens
with his old world craft,
found his way
as an entrepreneur,
eventually opened his
own fancy salon.

Transformation

Transformation

I never got
an F in college
but early on
a few Ds,
and felt a
whole apple
in my throat
that I was missing.
I got a few Fs
in life, but they were,

Staying

Staying

The rhythm of
coming round
of the lighthouse beacon,
longer than the human
breath, is the message
of standing tall, prevailing,
by the sea—who offer,
her many moods, assaults
and soothings—it goes on,
unperturbed, unperturbable.

Whiskers

Whiskers

Cat whiskers,
up close to her,
eye-to-eye,
deep face
to look into—
the glance,
that runs down
the spine—
such straight
two-way love

Vacating

Vacating

The time after
a vacation
is different, isn’t it?
I ask her, rhetorically.
Whether you go
to tranquil woods
or teeming cities,
coasts or fields,
slopes or valleys,
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Voidless

Voidless

Oh yes, there’s
a God of history.
I don’t care about
the name;
that’s just human
vocabulary.
Unknowable except
in the smallest way,
providential in the
sense of inborn

Turning

Turning

She was
ruminating
among us.
It bore its way
softly—
as a breaking dawn—
to our small band
and to her
that she hadn’t meant
to do this,

Recovery

Recovery

A close friend
has a financial crisis.
The grim reaper
of economics approaches.                     
All may be lost.
My wily, able friend,
fortified with a
singular talent has
been through this before
and emerged strong.

Solidity

Solidity

There’s a special grace
in completion.
Somehow you were
able to do it,
or selected, let’s say,
by someone or others
as right to do it.
No matter how small
the project or act,
it is a topping off

Awareness

Awareness

What’s in a gesture,
one likely unthought?
Last night at a Rita Rudner
performance at which
I laughed myself silly,
my wife noted
I often placed my
left hand beside my face—
cradling it, in a way—
after one of Rita’s

Decency

Decency

Just now, recalling
as best I can,
people who have
faces for decency.
It’s not innocence,
for example, that
brings that quality
out of their skin
and settles in
their eyes, but

Modesty

Modesty

I think,
therefore I am.

Many have argued
persuasively against
these words by Descartes,
but so what if
they’re right in some way?
We do think and are.
But what do we think?
Where do we end?