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DOLDRUMS

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The in-between times

seem wanting but never bore,

filled with dread galore.

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GARDEN LESSON

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There is nothing like a drought

to teach what life is all about.

Waiting for the rain to fall

is not sufficient to survive.

Tender patience does not thrive.

Buds remain closed, tucked and hidden

deep among leaves’ folds

offering a pace to hide.

Roots buckle down deep

and down, down, down

to depths they seldom explore;

knowing once the rains do come

they may open up closed doors.

Eventually, rains come, and even pour.

Rains batter plants stressed and sore;

opening caches held within their core.

It is only after sun appears

that plants let go their fears.

And in that moment plants flower,

Their faith in Nature restored.

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PATIENCE

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Patience calls Americans

to become paragons

of those willing to wait

and take their place in lines

where none had ever defined

our supplies, nor our desires.

We had no need of patience

in a nation beyond the expectation

of delays and empty shelves.

Deeper now we must delve

to discover if we can recover

a sense of community.

Covid shines light through a prism

of rugged individualism

once thought the best of our virtues.

Now, consideration of others colors our quest

to be first and best, and heads above the rest

of those with greater needs.

Patience now becomes the seed

to plant a garden where all can feed

and none go hungry.

We never knew we could be patient.

Until now we had no need.

Could it be that patience

has always been our hidden strength?

The thing that stretches our 

breadth and length to reach

beyond the depth of greed.

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THE GLEN

The geese know the way

beyond the pond’s gaze

onto paths which cannot contain them

to stay within its bounds.

In formation they travel

stopping traffic in their wake;

Mom in front, goslings next,

and dad takes up the rear.

We all wait.

Then, wait longer.

No horns blare.

We have learned to live in peace

at the speed of geese,

patient with one another

in this small space,

in this neighborhood of grace.    

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