President Biden on Tuesday said his administration is taking steps to limit the impact that sanctions imposed on Russia have on the U.S. economy, although he acknowledged some effects were likely.
(WSJ)
President Biden on Tuesday said his administration is taking steps to limit the impact that sanctions imposed on Russia have on the U.S. economy, although he acknowledged some effects were likely.
(WSJ)
the snowmelt puddles --
drowning dead leaves and grasses;
ruthless and chilly.
the snowmelt puddles --
sparrows gather around it;
bar brawls erupting.
the snowmelt puddles --
capturing a pale dazed sun;
not yellow, not white.
These snowflakes are huge!
White doilies fluttering down
on top of my head.
These snowflakes are huge!
Settling on the cold ground
like alien lace.
These snowflakes are huge!
Who makes such sterile beauty?
How long will they last?
The cornbread is done --
a sense of humid glory
fills the apartment.
The cornbread is done --
this is what yellow smells like;
an old sun's color.
The cornbread is done --
no raisins this time, alas;
was the salt forgot?
One brown maple leaf --
blown up on its brittle stem;
a whole deadened tree.
One brown maple leaf --
moves in the wind like a crab;
trapped in crisp brown grass.
One brown maple leaf --
on the chill soggy sidewalk;
why does gray exist?
Rubber radishes --
wiggles while being sliced up;
good enough for guests.
Rubber radishes --
shredded into snow white slaw;
add some vinegar.
Rubber radishes --
on sale at the small market
next to "Street Closed" sign.
The clock's steady click --
overheard in sleepless night;
the judge's gavel.
The clock's steady click --
perhaps the hands will applaud
at midnight for her.
The clock's steady click --
hoping the battery dies;
the dark bed so warm.
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left in the long dark --
the gray owls rejoice in it;
others hoard their light.
the clouds multiply
Elbow in the night --
move over and keep breathing;
where's the damn pillow?
Elbow in the night --
she has opened the window;
the moon leaking in.
Elbow in the night --
nightlight in the blue bathroom;
the plumbing trembles.
snowflakes hesitant --
scarce. as if miserly clouds
begrudged the whiteness.
snowflakes hesitant --
dropping down for a visit;
spaced from each other.
snowflakes hesitant --
the man in a black muffler
walks through them serene.
"I dreamed you had a beard last night"
I told my wife recently.
"What nonsense" she replied,
while crocheting rubber bands into
a bath mat.
That's what I love about her;
she is handy to have around
and doesn't let flattery turn her head.
"I'm going out for a walk" I said.
"Be back before Christmas" she told me.
"Okie-dokie, smokey." I blew her a kiss
as I went out the door.
They were having a run on the fog bank;
so I stood around to watch that for a while.
Luckily, I don't keep any funds in the cloud.
Then I went into the park to look for old men.
Older than me.
To watch them wander around looking for
a bench that didn't have a puddle in the
middle of it.
You might think such a thing sad,
but the old men are refreshed with
such a legitimate beef --
one they can tell their kids
and send crotchety emails to
City Hall about.
There was a pine tree
giving me the fish eye,
so I moved along to
the crowbar factory --
where I have a friend
in the curling department.
But he wasn't in.
So I bought a dozen crowbars
as Christmas presents
and lugged them back home.
Where my wife was turning
thumbtacks into brads
for when we repair the
belvedere.
Didn't I tell you;
she's the complete package?