I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Inclemency
Nothing’s sacred anymore.
Yesterday the peaches froze.
In the backyard birdbath
Starvelings stoked on icicles.
Perhaps before a glacial thaw,
What’s moist must baste the stumps.
There’s little poetry can do
To comb velvet from pelts of fur.
[Disposable Poem April 4, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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