#227-262 : August 14, 2005 - Present
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#262 [Rained Out] The lot is empty |
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#261 [Viva Satchmo] The New Orleans sound |
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#260 [Found Art] Deep in the trash pile |
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#259 [Old Friends] Down to Lines Island |
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#258 [Local Magnet] Shoppers come to Bath |
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#257 [Imagine Palms] Hot sun on the sands |
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#256 [Sagadahoc] Breezing up southwest |
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#255 [Mushroom Time] Bracken scented woods |
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#254 [Passages] Soaking up the light |
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#253 [Receeding Waters] Reaching out for help |
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#252 [Political Animals] Now the ostriches |
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#251 [Zorach Sculpture] In Bath's library park |
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#250 [Rockwell Kent Image] Out on the bowsprit |
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#249 [Leviathan Rising] The shock of contact |
#248 [The Red Queen] Arbitrary fate |
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CROQUET
It was my desire to always play a perfect game of croquet.
It was my desire to be the mallet striking the ball
of my soul through the wickets of life.
It was my desire to need only one turn
to finish the entire course.
It was my desire to play the angles of approach,
so I would always be in front of the next wicket.
It was my desire to know every spot of dry grass,
so I would never roll too far.
It was my desire to know every patch in need of mowing,
so I would not be slowed down.
It was my desire to know the exact edge of the rough,
so I would remain within proper bounds.
It was my desire to never miss striking my
opponent's ball, so I would always have another turn.
It was my desire to drive my opponent's ball
to positions that would further my own progress.
It was my desire to send my opponent's ball flying
whenever it became a threat to my own advance.
It was my desire to never miss what I was aiming at.
It was my desire to always be in perfect alignment.
O divine presence,
Purge from me the need for human perfection.
Take from me my striving for flawlessness.
Become for me a jeweler who possesses an uncut stone.
Let me be a gem that flow like water.
Let no facet be the same as any other.
Let no face become rigid or set.
Let no symmetry establish a predictable pattern.
Let the light shine brightly in every aspect of my being.
Let me turn over to you the hammer and chisel.
Let me relinquish the polishing cloth.
O divine presence, be in me the source of life.
Be in me the refiner of my soul.
Be in me a craftsperson who cuts,
abrades and polishes.
Set me down somewhere in the tiara of life.
Place me wherever you will in the crown of your glory.
Amen.
[SnapBack from John Dunne-Brady]
#247 [Raven Mask] The carrion birds |
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#246 [Still Charmed] When I was a boy |
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#245 [Aftermath] Distant winds in spin |
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#244 [Unmowed] The meadows are draped |
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[Back to It] The school year begins |
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[Air Sign] When a rainbow bridge |
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[Pig Wrestling] Trying to grasp it |
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#240 [Ourobouros] The summer dragon |
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[Riverside Display] Cardinal flowers |
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#238 [Base Realignment] The military |
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#237 [Naked Limbs] Visions on the shore |
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[Downtown Bath] The hum of the yard |
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[Caught in the Headlights] An apparition |
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"But something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face."
-Theodore Roethke
[Snapback from Carter Ruff]
[Hide and Seek] A rank green lushness |
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First year's hop harvest
Sticky, spiny bracht in palm
Once dried, flavor ale.
[Snapback from Carter Ruff]
#233 [How Far We've Come] Common condiments |
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[Morning Rush] The absurdity |
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#231 [Peggy at Play] Tensions come unwound |
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#230 [Evening Song] Crickets in chorus |
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[Idle Passages] In summer stillness |
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[On Witch Spring Hill] There are ospreys perched |
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[Wind against Tide] Hot southerly wind |
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