You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Yes, we know all about the catalogs and the pondering that happens each January, along with the flurry of ordering. If you’re a gardener, you’ve wrapped all that up and have the seed packets in hand.
So where are your favorite sources? And why?
And if you need inspiration or simply want company or comfort, consider the experiences in these poems:
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When I see this …
… I think of this.
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Bribery is corruption. And that’s what we have in big-money political donations. Yes, it’s for a campaign. But it’s no “donation.” They’ll want their money back, in spades. From the public purse.
At least Donald Trump is admitting as much. As for the others? Follow the money, if you can.
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Where does genius find safe haven?
How does it fly across the centuries?
Where does a Laundromat fit in the action?
Who’s serving your coffee this morning?
You’re new in town, aren’t you?
Maybe welcome?
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The wheelwright gets to shine.
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How can we have political equality when one voice can pay to drown out all others? Or buy off all the candidates?
The flood of campaign spending from the super-rich has already corrupted our democracy. At what point does it destroy it?
Conservatives like to quote Lord Acton, “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
Now it’s time to look in the mirror.
Repeal Citizens United.
One way or other.
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Not just big government – big business, too.
And, for the record, the labor movement’s anything but big anymore.
So where’s the balance?
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Look at the modern American addiction to noise – TV, cellphone, iPod, who knows what else. All of the mindless twitter.
Anything to keep us from thinking or reflecting deeply. From direct, sustained experience, observation, and tinkering.
It’s enough to run away, toward freedom.
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