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Bad things may happen -

the morning the sump pump stops working, all you think of is Noah and the Ark

the afternoon the 15-year old car starts failing, all you think of are wagons with horses

the night the television kicks the bucket, all you think of are story-lines on pause

Continue on; this too shall pass

for OpenWrite

Westerly, of your Easterly, winds bringing in Spring's new dirt artwork

for Algot

Weave me into patterns - intricate by design

I am thread in song in story in inked poetic verse

and where your words intersect with mine

We make love beneath the falling stars – our own universe

Nagging doubts

about nearly everything, lingers as a voice

singing cacophony -

Cast about for reassurance;

this world always get better than it seems

A winter, waning, brings spring mud, a seasonal reason to hate dirt

Eyes raised, in wonder; the clear blue sky booms, then shakes with distant thunder

I’m runnin’ out of luck, sings Isbell, and the parking lots are packed ..

— from 'Just as the Darkness Got Very Dark / Another Data Point' by Erika Meitner https://poets.org/poem/just-darkness-got-very-dark-another-data-point

but I've got my windows cracked, better to hear his voice, the sound of someone else's blues

I'm watching doors open, then slam shut, the rhythm of ritual; in here, it's only a guitar,

those six strings of his singing a song of heartbreak, a story of yearning

Peepers, in the pond, singing a poly-rhythmic chorus in odd time

Urgent newcomers, intricate first blossoms bloom inside winter's breath

Pulling back the veil, low tide reveals the treasures of night's restless sleep