<\/div>\n

not shy of ducks
\nthe dames
\nwith their soft white, the drakes
\nin the middle of a costume change,
\nevery time i think i startled off the
\nrest of the wood ducks, i startle off
\nsome more.<\/p>\n

and rather than jump in, as they
\nare wont, all the small frogs jump
\nout of the pond i quietly near, most
\nheading for the woods beyond the
\ndotted knapweed, where you
\nsaid a prayer for all of us.<\/p>\n

a blue jay screams, four eyes see
\nme from the ponds cleared up face.
\nturkeys gobble, up the distance
\nbetween here and where the
\ntickseed sunflowers exploded
\novernight.<\/p>\n

~ bree<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

$\"ladycowboy\"$
\nCowboy by Lady<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/div>\n
i AllWays Fall<\/p>\n
last Night it was April.
\nNational Poetry Month style.
\n@ the BurntWood Tavern.
\nthe petite blonde BarTender
\nwith the flirt-first smile.
\ni wrote my NumbErr down & told her
\n\u201ci proVide\u201d.
\nshe\u2019ll never use it though.
\ni\u2019m the HeartBreaker that
\ndroppedOut
\nwith A FullRide.<\/p>\n
Tonight it was Rachel.
\nthe AngelFaced Waitress
\nworking @ Rubin\u2019s on LowRain.
\nusing SweetHeart, Baby, Honey
\n& All the other LoverLanes
\nbecause she doesn\u2019t know my name.<\/p>\n
Damn them both. Damn Damn Damn!
\nPretty smile & eyes gets me stir-fried everyTime.
\n& i can\u2019t stand it. so i sit. to Avoid the Fall.
\nbut i AllWays Fall\u2014until she Falls with me.
\ni\u2019ll AllWays be in season.
\ni\u2019ll AllWays need A reason\u2014not to call.<\/p>\n
just A week Ago, it was JackieNoon.
\nthe young photographer with dope rap skills
\nthat left me hanging, like A RunAway Bride,
\nwith my Janitor\u2019s Broom sweeping Leaves of Grass
\noff my Front Porch of GlassPride.
\ni told her A half-baked whole truth. & now i wish
\ni would\u2019ve just lied. or at least kept that last golden nugget
\ntucked to the Saved by the Bell BaySide.<\/p>\n
ten years Ago
\nC.N.T.
\nwas the ReBound
\ni let fall to the WaySide.
\nshe says she\u2019s gonna cook dinner
\nfor me, for my BirthDay, this year.
\nwe\u2019ll see. she says she\u2019s AllWays loved me.
\ni can\u2019t tell. I CNT LIE.<\/p>\n
~ MaxWell Shell 20\/16<\/p>\n
<\/div>\n
Status Report 97<\/p>\n
Chilly morning
\nI take her pocket of warm bed
\nas she rises<\/p>\n
~ Smith<\/p>\n
<\/div>\n
Status Report 91<\/p>\n
Female bees getting ready for winter
\nkicking males out of hive to die
\nand moving upper honey down to lower frames<\/p>\n
all male drones do is sex the queen
\nand guzzle honey<\/p>\n
and winter is long<\/p>\n
~ Smith<\/p>\n
<\/div>\n
Ha-ha
\ni caught two old pupae,
\nblack swallowtail, day-glo,
\nalright. out in the open,
\nunabashed, brighter than
\nthe just-born clovers one
\nof them was munching.
\nspent the day tripping over
\ngrasshoppers, they dont
\ncare where theyre going to.
\ngot home and this leaf bug
\nwas on my porch, blocking
\nthe door, in fact. i didnt
\nknow if it was wrong to
\ndisturb him. to peer so
\nclosely, when i didnt
\neven know him.
\ni had gone out looking for
\nsongbirds. such a busy time,
\nmigration. but my walks have
\nbeen thin of them. its
\nstarting to bug me.<\/p>\n
~ Zlee<\/p>\n
<\/div>\n
My FallLean<\/p>\n
& i woke w\/A throat scratch
\nto throat-coat match this
\nOverNight ConVersion of ColdAir.<\/p>\n
My CONversation w\/mySelf started out
\nw\/A curse for not protecting my neck:
\nWuTang-esque.<\/p>\n
Now it’s time to boil water for hot-tea &
\nlet my nose hairs grow.
\nIt\u2019s time to GetRight @ The Cleveland Tea Revival:
\nTurmeric Ginger & HingeTown Honey\u2026<\/p>\n
Still waiting for the leaves to fade into crayon colors\u2026
\nstill looking for Love to lay on All of Us\u2026
\nStill Anticipating the FreeRange of FreeLove
\nFreeLanced into our SharpestDance<\/p>\n
-MaxWell Shell<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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