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Hiding, Not Thinking

 

Sometimes, swarms approach.
Improvements, machines, mean men.
I work to evade their awareness
of my awareness. Crawl slinky-like.
I want to lie with my stingy trees
with baby buds with sticky fingers,
watching the blues of the skies,
searching for any kind of white to
break my zone, hoping for softness
of grass merely interrupted by
sidewalks and occasional passersby,
but I have to hide from men and
machines, tightened in a slouch,
pretending to be undisturbed,
pretending to be unmovable,
looking as though I am working
on physics homework having
just finished Einstein’s lecture series.

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This is my response to Eric’s fabulous photo prompt this week at his Bifocal Univision site. He is trying to make us work really hard with these, but don’t tell him that they’re a bunch of fun!

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Tossed to Hazards I

 

Bifocal Univision's Monday Photo Prompt - Hines Drive

 

Tossed to Hazards I

Smoothly avoiding hazards
but riding through teeth,
being chewed by metals
and convoluted by pliers.

Old, but not as wise,
nor deft, nor masterful as I wish.
Nor as skillful, nor as talented,
nor as well-drilled as you would like.

The hazards make me frail,
make par a separate universe.
Every day brings new ones,
viruses spreading visually
from bedlam in New York.

Humans, centered on commerce,
like bees stinging my eyelids,
humming, trampling like bulls,
and I, trapped, as in sand
or drowning in floods,
and none can ride safely with me
under gleaming surfaces of waters
with nothing but poles and chains
marking my likely penalties.

 

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This is my response to Eric’s Monday Photo Prompt.

Evelyn did her homework and conned the judge  – Check it out.

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