if you save up nickels in your jarred garage
to sell on a cruise–that, my friend’s, arbitrage
as long as the buyer’s sufficiently dense
as to give you per each in excess of five cents.
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when acorns reach soil and there find safe harbor
a sapling may soon be enhancing an arbor
and if that safe arbor is somewhere in michigan
could it be an ann arbor arbor? we wish again.
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a rhubarb’s a colorful stalk or a beef
in baseball when coaches and umps yell their grief
but both may be settled if they chance to try
addition of strawberries: sweet rhubarb pie.
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the pluck of a syllable from its word-origin
may not be the best vessel to put your porridge in
but sure as my namesake’s a drummer named gary
it makes unchaotic the once…arb-itrary.
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Life-historical note: I was named after a man my folks picked up hitchhiking in 1954. He had a pair of drumsticks with him and was demonstrating his drummer’s skill zanily in the back seat as he introduced himself as Gary Fromer the Drummer. Mom had a bun in the oven, me, and Mom and Dad found Mr. Fromer so personable and lively that they memorialized their encounter with him by naming me Gary. I later found out that he hung out with Lenny Bruce and also was briefly in a Stan Getz combo.
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