poems, bits & pieces

Sabina D'Antonio

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church bells toll in the summer heat
people file indoors to worship
the god they invented to suit themselves
but james   you pray   don’t you
yes   I pray to the universe
and to the valley that is my home
more real than any god
the earth is my heaven

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studying the position of the moon
late at night   tasting the wind 
watching the peppers and tomatoes
growing in my garden
it seems I have let the days pile up
like leaves in autumn
a year passes   a decade passes
a lifetime    all quickly gone
then I am dust   you are dust
and the moon is back where it started

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a confusion of hot wind blows 
down from the swelter of the north valley 
heat walks the valley floor in heavy boots 
stomping   stomping 
dust clouds with every step 

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the sound of her hooves in the stall
the smell of hay in the manger
her bucket of oats
a hot Texas night in August
I leave the barn door open
for some fresh air
and I slice up the apple
I brought out for her in my overalls

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I had one grandma who could dress out and butcher a hog
I had another grandma who was a local beauty queen
so naturally I chose a life of writing poems
what else

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"if you had it all to do over again what would you change"
"I wouldn't talk to you"

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covid on - I go through withdrawal from the world 
covid off - I go through withdrawal from solitude 
hey life - covid really threw you a helluva curveball 
I am still not sure how you manage to get a hit 
and end up safe on first base

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dew on the grass in the warm morning sun.

Mount Diablo tall in the gray distance

summer

singing while I walk

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james lee jobe

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When we discover that the truth is already in us, we are all at once our original selves.

-Dōgen Zenji

Silence can communicate on a level that words cannot approach. 

-B. D. Schiers

I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three. 

-Elayne Boosler

The most indubitable feature of a revolution is the direct interference of the masses in historical events. The history of a revolution is the history of the forcible entrance of the masses into the realm of rulership over their own destiny. 

-Leon Trotsky 

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