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Connections: May 21.17

What’s in a back yard?

A little grass, a little sun

a little bit of garden

a little bit of fun

a haven for the rabbits

where dandelions bloom

the fresh-aired open-concept

original family room

where games and make-believe

work and play combine

but victim of aesthetics:

I miss the old clothesline.

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Connections: March 3.17

getpart-5I couldn’t believe my eyes

could such a thing still be?

The ultimate decadence

wanton luxury!

Root beer, hot dog, burger

borne like royal crown

to ketchup-starved gourmands

with windows all rolled down.

No four-star restaurant

could possibly compare

with fumes of cheese and onion

and French-fried August air.

I stammer to express

my thoughts so recondite

on this extant greasy wondrous

ancient summer rite.

Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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Connections: February 14.17

2015-06-33-bouginvilla-15-july“Say it with flowers”

has sold many a rose

but other flowers speak

in poetry and prose.

How can I say more

to express my true feeling

than with this corsage

of bougainvillea on the ceiling?

Happy Valentine’s Day, dear reader!

And more thanks to the S.W.Berg Photo Archives

and to D.J. Berg’s green thumbs.

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Connections: February 2.17

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THE CURMUDGEON POET ON GROUNDHOG DAY

I don’t get it

I never will

what’s with this oracular

Punxsutawney Phil?

I can never remember

if it’s shadow or sun

let alone why a groundhog

tells our weather fortune.

Why do people need

a brass band to decide

what I can figure out

by just looking outside?

The creek is cold metal

the wind is a dirge

the slightest green

has yet to emerge

and poets bemoan

Little Cal to Suwannee

how few things rhyme

with Punxsutawney.

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