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Eating and Otherwise<\/strong><\/p>\n Snap out of it, They’re just there, face, voice, gesture. I am a clutter, a way station, At Brockway Junction I have stood <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Frank C. Praeger<\/strong> is a retired biologist who lives in the Keweenaw which is a peninsula that juts out from the northwest corner of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan into Lake Superior.\u00a0 His poetry has appeared in various journals in both UK and USA.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Eating and Otherwise Snap out of it, crack open a beer, get on with it. Thinking of just a few of the dead – it happens sometimes. I know of no cause, nothing special; not eating something or opening a window or – you name it. They’re just there, face, voice, gesture. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7386","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7386","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7386"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7386\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7389,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7386\/revisions\/7389"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7386"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7386"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7386"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ncrack open a beer,
\nget on with it.
\nThinking of just a few of the dead –
\nit happens sometimes.
\nI know of no cause,
\nnothing special;
\nnot eating something
\nor opening a window
\nor – you name it.<\/p>\n
\nWhere to go from there?
\nTo have been close,
\nthen,
\nunsorted tricks of the mind,
\nso much crossed out.<\/p>\n
\na hallelujah
\nthat has not yet been heard.<\/p>\n
\nwhere hermits had once been,
\nwhere the longest day had just begun.<\/p>\n