My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Glass house

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    Morning walk White-haired lady asks what goes on In the ball diamond parking lot at night The flip flops, condoms and panties I say I try not to judge She takes up where she left off I smile and say I refuse to judge you By what you did fifty years ago She blushes, looks…

  • Birthdays

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    The last day of winter sits forlorn Next to first day of spring On our kitchen wall Only twenty four hours older But no one celebrates its coming They aren’t that much different And some years Winter looks better than spring 7-24-22

  • Monday morning

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    He stirs last night’s ash Blows a spark to flame Sips his coffee warm Nods to the night shift nurse, who goes four times around the park Smiles at the muscle shirt dude Who walks three dogs and never scoops Greets the bright colored walking stick lady All dressed in white Watches an anole race…

  • larva

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    Excuse me, I fantasize I saw your mother Before Autumn’s Killing frost Perched high up On a bush Warming herself In early morning light Unfolding her wings …to soar 7-27-22 from my morning walking meditation and thinking of the attack on women’s rights

  • migrations

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    The geese have been gone two weeks now Only the heron and turtles remain. Our grandson and his girl friend fly home to Indiana Saturday. Our quiet routine returns until next summer. We miss the solitude of loneliness And the noise and bustle of family, But if we must choose between the two We will…

  • school maze

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    I wander hallways looking for classroom doors of teachers who believed in me even when I didn’t, who kept trying to encourage even when I was disrespectful, who tried to mitigate my angry spirit even as I called them names, but all the doors are closed and locked, and the teachers have all gone home;…

  • viradescent haiku

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    squirrel climbs fence post surveys gentle good morning leaps up into green 7-31-22

  • First of August

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    In the half dark after prayer lost in meditation I fall back asleep and wake to mom calling from the kitchen, “Who left the milk out?” I can’t decide whether to admit my guilt or pretend I’m still asleep and hope one of my siblings takes the blame. 8-1-22

  • Dog days of summer

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    These are the dog days of summer mornings so hot frogs are silent, turtles don’t bask on banks and the insect chorus is tacit. Except for one or two still trying to attract a mate; the rest have gone to ground to snuggle and breed, died from exhaustion or just delirious from the heat. Which…

  • haiku hotness

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    asphalt burns your feet day dream hot sandy beaches location matters 8-5-22