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Duels and Dating - March 26, 2026

came upon two lizards locked on each other’s bright blue waddle, as they rolled in the sand, released, then grabbed and rolled again   every springtime these dragons duel for the right to woo a girl   if nothing else, human decorum has made a trail of texts and online photos a way to meet   though old-fashioned, eye contact and a few kind words still works or a blind date if brave enough to go in with eyes open,   in most cases, without losing blood or bruising a tail

Good News is Out There - March 25, 2026

in war news I see they’re feeding displaced Lebanese on the beaches of Beirut   closer to home, the orchestra of birds just before dawn is equally loud and amazing   Linda told a joke at the gym this morning that I’m still laughing about   and the mangoes are growing so fast I expect to get a first crop by June   happiness visited me today though it didn’t stay long, acting more like separate   slivers of sunlight as they sliced through breaks in the moving clouds   of storms

Weeds - March 24, 2026

how cautious and calculated I move, guided by the cloudy windows of my eyes, pulled by a suitcase of flesh with two long legs   my wrinkles breed like rabbits while the population of my hair declines, like the upstate New York town I was born in   my body and mind stumble more than they ever have and as an expert lifelong gardener, I now tolerate weeds   who knows, maybe age and acceptance are becoming best friends

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