Not fronting a hideaway
I still find myself presented with
Confronted by
Not a cowboy puppet
But other things
Snippets of songs and shows I remember
Seeing or hearing about
Because I did not listen or watch them
When I was young
So much as I was young
Being taken up by other things
Older yet than I am
And by some years

How can it be
That I long for things I never knew
Seeking in them for something new
Despite their age?

But there is this
At least
My longings are for things that were
Not for things that have never been
And I think little harm would follow
Did I get my wish

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The steam drills have long since won and
Been succeeded by diesel explosions and
Other fires, burning away at the fabric of the world,
Leaving less work to do for fewer and fewer hammers,
Driving the hands that would hold them and swing them
To other tasks and seemingly gentler where
The tick of a pen or pencil makes a single point and
The lives of others are saved or ruined while
Nobody notices and damned few care

The diesel is not the only successor to the steam,
The hammer not the only tool being wielded less and less,
But there are more hands, and they demand more tasks
Because Adam’s curse is still held as blessing and
Calvin still commands much in the world despite
Matthew’s words to which he and many claim fealty,
Or James’s, or tales of apostolic acts
Passed down from hand to hand as
The next best thing to Gospel truth

The new successors have their heralds
Trumpeting them to the four winds and
Seeking to soar above the lot of them,
And no few glory in the ringing of those horns for now,
The booming of the covered copper bowls that
Covers the coming steps of new giants who
Need grist for the mills to make their flour;
They do not mark the tune as the dirge that it is,
Playing out for them soon enough as it
Already sings out for others

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Staring out through the broad plate glass at
The clear blue sky cleared by
Notus groaning at an unexpected time and
Wondering when what is causing his ecstasy will
Make its way my way

For now
Nothing is where I can see it
But I can feel it in my bones
Becoming an old man as I am
And the ache is a distraction

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Though the skies are hanging grey
And the fall has fled away
There’s been no snow for children’s play
It’s clear that Jack has been delayed

That Jack has not visited yet
Is not something many regret
But I would never care to bet
That he this place would all forget

As old men drinking coffee know
Jack has appeared and had in tow
A baggage train that caused great woe
And left a mess ere he did go

But forecasts say he will pass by
More oft than not; they give the lie
To wisdom held ‘hind wrinkléd eye
Though kids still hope Jack will come nigh

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It was something we’d known was coming for a while
Kind of hard to miss, really
And it’s likely for the best
He’d not been having a good time of it for some time
Though he still got up
Tail wagging
Last time we were over there
And there’s something to that

He was a good boy
For a good, long while
And he’s worth the tears

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I didn’t win the lottery with
The ticket that I bought from
Proceeds of a scratch-off that
Filled my stocking recently

That matters little enough
I’m used to not having the money
And in the games that really matter
I’ve come out pretty far ahead

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Of the many things the time around the solstice brings
There are many that sit ill with me and with many others
And not only the frantic formic scurrying to
Gather sweetness for a few days’ time that
All too often descends to stinging ass-showing and
Sharp mandibular work that tears and leaves scars

The orgy erupts again and again
Coating all the world in its delight
And provokes from no few their own
Sticky fluids clinging and dripping
Needing more than a few towels to wipe up
And ensuring spreading through the bush as
Seed scatters to the winds

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Already the spring is coiling
Tension building to find release
And propel forward some flower to bloom
Opening again in renewing sunlight
To the delight of those who planted it and
Who yet tend its soil

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The outside world is chill and grey
And damp besides. It stifles play
Schoolchildren would begin today,
But it does not the work allay.

The drops of water come on down;
No sequence clear in it is found,
Nor yet enough that they might drown
Who would depart from this surround.

Xarpo is just passing through
She says, and does not mean to do
So much here, as some might rue.
Soon Jack will bring in something new.

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