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Every day wakes with the promise of disaster:

dangling without a net

dropping soap in the shower

spilling coffee in the car

sitting on the stoop

stepping on cracks

walking on frozen slush

waiting for a train

qualifying for unemployment

crossing to the parking lot

coming home to a thousand violations

sweating blood in dreams.

Visceral threats become front page fictions.

Changing channels brings anesthesia, not relief.

Reality seems a malignant terminal plague.


Every day walks with the triumph of habit over hate

choosing between carving a roast or a wrist

serving lemonade or sour grapes

swallowing half here or half gone.

not knowing if fate totes faith or fear

trying to control a tornado of seed and dust

afraid to see if the finger plugging the dike has grown gangrenous.


Time deals and you draw three to an inside straight, but

a good gambler wins with a bad hand; play it.

A thorny tiara may disguise a brass ring; grab it.

Shepherds only call a coy mistress once;

answer the phone before it's disconnected.

Let disease and doom wait in the living room

while you play passion on the ping-pong table; carpe diem.

Every day grows tiny test tube epiphanies

ovulation, conception, gestation, birth.

a loss becomes a gain

a child becomes a parent

a handshake becomes a friend

a kiss becomes a love

Like a slimy looper becomes a monarch

Like the Colorado sculpted a canyon

Like Haleakala crater created Maui

I climb a tree to rescue your kite.

The wind fails and your kite crashes

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