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My five latest posts are at the end of this newsletter, latest first.

This week I have three new poems to offer.

The first is called Quiet, and it is a dystopian look at the role of robots in the workplace, in the not too distant future.

The second, The World Police, is triggered by the politics of the day, mainly the situation in Ukraine.

It is kind of a patriotic call to duty, using staple scenarios, where, in the past, America acted as a model citizen on the world stage.

It suggests that we may need, once again, to act forcefully in defense of democracy and freedom and sovereignty, even though it appears that we'd really rather do anything else.

The last one deals with a staple of the Southern garden, Collards.

Those who live in North Florida have already, in late February, seen a turnaround, with the temperatures creeping into the 80s (F) again, after a pretty chilly (for us) first eight weeks of the year.

The collard greens don't like warm weather. They tend to flourish between November and February, and although it's possible to keep the plant alive for years, this is their wilting season. Those who appreciate their qualities are picking and chopping with added urgency, this time of year.

I remember a true Southerner (not a transplant like myself) telling me that collards tasted sweetest after the first frost. Well, that has never come this year, so we'll just have to douse them with extra datil pepper vinegar and make do!

The downside of having a relatively mild winter is that the bugs are never killed off, and so you tend to see more of them, as spring rolls around. That's fine, as long as they stay in the garden and don't eat too much of the good stuff!

In making a poem on collards, I couldn't resist the lure of metaphor, so please excuse what may be a stretch. I've spent many hours washing collards and have had all sorts of critters appear from the mess o' greens and crawl up my arms. But I hope you'll find, that my reminder of the complexity and interdependence of all ecosystems--even financial ones--has a ring of truth to it.

Anyway, I hope you are enjoying a hint of the spring to come, where ever you may be.

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Have a great week!


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A robotics competition with various robots in a playing area. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem muses on the future of employment.

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The World Police

The World Police
This patriotic poem urges us to act in the best traditions of the US, in times of need.

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Two Canadian geese and their goslings stroll beside a garden patch with collards. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem was inspired, no surprise, by the humble act of washing collards before cooking them. If nothing else comes from this poem, at least the greens tasted good! Thanks for coming by to read. The subtle ecosystem of the collard green: It looks as though there's nothing there at all. For what could hide itself beside its silver sheen, …

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Crazy Quilt

A peek into a linen closet with an old family quilt preserved in a plastic case. waits to be enjoyed again. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This rather gloomy poem laments the passage of time and the sourness that we sometimes feel when confronted with what we have, versus what we expected.

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False Equivalencies

Scale and other items on a bookcase. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem lists pairs of things that seem alike but could not be more different. And it begs us not to conflate them.

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