Tag: rictameter
member name: Pat M.
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April 12, 2008 06:37 PM EDT --
Tell me.
Tell me about
how well you spent today;
about the people you met and
the things you did. But most of all can you
tell me exactly how someone
like me can be loved . . .
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January 17, 2008 06:34 PM EST --
Sleeping.
The click of the
kettle beckons me forth
into a new day of working
with deadlines and demands impatiently
shuffled and shared among workmates.
But . . .
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January 18, 2008 03:49 AM EST --
Hunted.
All unknowing,
unwilling to be a
victim of physics: impact and
penetration, shattering of bone and
tearing of sinew, breaking of
heart and ending of . . .
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January 18, 2008 03:53 AM EST --
Hunter
holds his breath and
squeezes, watching, smiling.
Pure physics in action: windage,
trajectory, elevation, impact
make a perfect shot, a clean kill.
He delights . . .
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October 23, 2008 07:39 AM EDT --
Weight shifts.
My feet rejoice.
My bones, like pick-up sticks,
scatter upon the mattress, and
the rest of me gratefully follows. So
I throw one arm over my eyes
to deny the daylight. . . .
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May 31, 2008 08:22 PM EDT --
I'm born.
I grow and learn.
I love, marry, father.
I work, nurture, guide and inspire.
I drink deeply of life
then, when sated,
I die.
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