Like Bogey and Bacall

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Like Bogey and Bacall

If i were ever to be young again,
i’d cash out my savings,
and start up a yogurt company.

With all due respect,
i’d call it

Humphrey Yogurt,

with flavors like

African Queen—
hot romance and lemon,

Casablanca—
smoky piano and vanilla,

and

Key Largo—
grave danger and chilled chardonnay.

silly boy that i be.

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from the Wonderments and Such collection

Gone Missing

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Gone Missing

She had pressed
the 
autumn leaf 

between
pages 578 
and 579

of her
college 
dictionary, 

a reminder she 
had visited there 
to better understand

the word

nuance.

Years later 
a Seattle detective,
hunting for subtle

clues

as to her 
whereabouts,

shook out the book
and watched the
leaf flutter to the floor.

"Let's go," he muttered.
"Nothing here.

Musta run off somewheres.”

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from the Wonderments and Such collection

Tying The Knot

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Tying The Knot

Tying the Knot

Wedding planners
should never use a

Granny Knot

to tie a marriage up.

As all sailors know,
the Granny will slip

when pressure 

on the load
is brought to bear.

Tis better to use 

a proper knot—
the reliable Square—

so, when troubles come along,

as they surely will,
the vows

“I do.” 
“I do too.”

remain strong and true—

no matter the intensity
of the wind.

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Red

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Red

Hummingbirds and men

are haunted by an 
irresistible attraction 
to the color 

Red,

but 

Women

have an uncanny,
almost instinctive,

ability

to sort out 

the two.

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Preparations

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Preparations

She who washes clothes a Saturday
and hangs them out to dry,

carries the sweetness of a flower's scent
into a Sunday pew,

muting the faint odor of her pungent man
and Grandmother’s musty Bible.

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A Royal Flush

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A Royal Flush

Even when hidden, 
a pheasant is 

never

a peasant; 

rather, 

in color and plumage, 

he is always a royal,

regal and ready
to fly his throne

when betrayed, 

and the whirr 
of his flight 
will both 

startle 

and delight.

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Watercraft

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Watercraft

A wallowing
heavy laden steamer

is not a slender canoe, 

nor is it
a lonely kayak,

nor  
a sturdy skiff, 

nor 
an unsinkable 

Boston Whaler, 

nor 
a sails billowing 

schooner,  

but all slide through 
dark water, 

leaving naught but a 

   r i p p l e,,,,,,,…..

then gone.

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Ancient Prayer of Trees

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Ancient Prayer Of Trees

Dear Lord,
Most High Creator of

roots
trunks
bark
branches
leaves
and
fruit,

grant me but an inch of loyal dirt,
black and rich with nutrients,
a drop of cooling water,
and the gentle warmth of morning sun.

I’ll share my shade with all who linger,
and cope
(as best I can)

with rope swings,

heart carvings,
(Phil Loves Katie)

hardheaded woodpeckers,
and rickety tree houses.

One more thing:
please, please, oh please
forgive me
for bearing silent witness to

lynchings.

Amen

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Sustenance

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Sustenance

Tis not so much 
the mac and cheese, 

but rather, 

the imperturbable patience 
of waiting 
for the troubling of the water— 

the softening of the noodles,
crunchy underfoot— 

the precise measurements,
of milk and butter,

and the

sipping from the 

slender stemmed glass 

of soothing chardonnay.

. . . j
from the Wonderments and Such collection