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Anne M Nov 2020
Ensconced in the engine’s roar
from fairly far above,
he came to stand in the emptying lane.
A smile raised.
Madness left a decision for someone else.
Arms reaching to the heavens.
Passersby wondered aloud.
Is this a signal for return
or a rather fond farewell?
Anne M Nov 2020
long-distance calls from the porch steps
in somerville waiting
as this homophonous season
departs wanting to stay
on the hook with
you so very far from sure.
Anne M Nov 2020
there are tended
trailing roses in the gardens
but the herbs stand ready by the road.

braiding buds of undefined hue
through buttonholes, in plaits,
praying woody sprigs between the palms.

from this sidewalk bounty
they take the morning
in a litany of scents.
Anne M Nov 2020
seascapes captured
in stucco and glass.
portraits of nature
with no wild grass.

a quiet life founded
and bound to this block
where few can afford
a home or a rock.
Anne M Nov 2020
dear baristas who read auden
float their crooked hearts in foam
for you to carry, crooked neighbor,
on the ways there and back to home.
Anne M Nov 2020
"They couldn't find their way home."
the man on the bench chants to anypassingone.
in the hollow across the way
a brass band is playing.
notes made visible by gathering smoke.
that mother this child
swing-dancing to the mid-day improvisers.
and on a flat dirt road
not quite near to here
a soloist jives to a separate tune.
Anne M Oct 2020
we had
for so long
this night-time
parking-lot
shouldn't-we-regret-this
love.

these days
we've got
a coffee ***
keep it hot
are-you-going-to-drink-that
love?
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