My husband's poetry

Category: Aging

  • how about you?

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    sharp Fall mornings cut through summer clothes how about you? I await the sun and lingering summer how about you? COVID isolates this extrovert twists my brain in knots how about you? vicissitudes of aging don’t mesh with young desires how about you? 10-20-21

  • Manufacturer’s warranty

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    You wake in the middle of the night stare into the bathroom mirror resisting the urge to call your mom and tell her to tell dad That you are okay and following doctors orders Because the manufacturer’s warranty they purchased still has thirty years before expiration and you will get through this little matter of…

  • When

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    When did ripeness become a sin and your body too ripe to play naked under the sprinkler in your yard? 10-13-21

  • Ode to a garden spider

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    October night Congeals jelly spirit Do you sleep Or just slow down? Morning light warms Swollen joints and jaws Death shroud wrapped Night fliers Invade dreams Await brunch Go suck the juice Of living day 10-5-21

  • pre-mortem meditation

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    Boney ass jowls bite chair You research Meningiomas Read how they normally Are slow growing and benign And hope yours is not exceptional Walking with reading glasses on Makes you dizzy and you think, Maybe, it is better to remove the glasses Each time you rise to pee Or give up reading altogether And never…

  • Old narcissus

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    green grass runs to shore stares at its reflection a fish kisses the sky ripples make clouds dance bullfrog belly laughs in reeds I am too tired to walk to the edge and stare 6-27-21

  • old tree

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    old tree scar stands tall condo home to bugs and worms woodpecker cafe 6-21-21

  • praying to patriarchs

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    thread bare dress sinew and bone calloused feet on ground hands in air I have four kids, don’t call me lazy, I work three jobs, none pay a living wage I’m not your incubator to impregnate and leave I make ends that have no end – meet pay me a living wage and give me…

  • Woodpecker tree

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    Barkless trunk stares out from park Grey spire among the green Woodpecker tree stands dying Beak thwacks on wood Hopes something sticks its head out To see whose knocking Maybe the living will gather you in its branches Prop you up a little longer Before you go to ground Until you snap off in a…

  • maybe, I’m ok

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    When I was young I would page through Playboy for cartoons now I do the same with the New Yorker maybe this is a sign of progress maybe a sign of lower testosterone maybe it is both and I’m okay with that An ant appears from somewhere wanders across the page unafraid maybe it’s a…