Click Click Fingersnap

walk down Highfields
seagulls stand on frozen lake
Sunday people jam the park
squirrel jumps trunk to trunk

It's black, I don't know where I am
Do not turn on the light, she says
What is your name, I know your voice
and who are all these people here
I feel their breath but cannot see

I'm on a bench in friendly sun
Half an oak is dappled white
Love, I think, is in the shadow
in the texture, in the noise

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Tax Break

This was my house
400 years ago

This rocky path
the 4' thick walls

This spongy turf
the plot where I slept

They bought my home
to let trees grow and hunt
gave the forest instead of tax

No one
could ever expect
such peace

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