Category: beauty
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praying to patriarchs
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…
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wet paint
Before rain comes to fill my ears with neighborhood gossip, I gathered yard debris, admired the blooming azaleas, the last blood red camellia, I plan to sit outside on the porch, attempt, once more, to hack recursive algorithms, fractal Pollack patterns petals drip in homage on moss or maybe, I’ll take a nap. 3-31-21
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viny ground
one bright blossom unique among green vines would your beauty become lost in a bouquet? eyes unable to linger find subtle hues wrapped in monogamy 3-7-21
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Camelia haiku
Camelia blooms red Petals bleed upon cold ground I mourn the blossoms 2-25-21
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Home
After unloading the car You stood at park’s edge Cup of tomato soup in hand Tree frogs sang in sky They didn’t miss you But you missed them This morning, you photograph Hyacinths blooming by the steps Listen to the back and forth of birds Watch squirrels play tag Wave at a neighbor Sip coffee…
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haiku through my daughter’s window
winter sun outside glistens with dichotomy as a cold snow falls 2-9-21
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Socially awkward
No one knows how it got there; If the woods encroached on its space Or whether the camellia invaded the woods. Was a seed dropped by a bird or did a gardener plant it? It doesn’t matter how, only that it blooms At the edge of a woods on a chilly winter’s day 1-19-21
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Of the Pond
feeding fish ripple white clouds, the surface of blue sky tops of trees quiver remind me worlds exist below reflected heavens 1-11-21
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meditation on a leaf
…..watch leaf detach drift to ground …..ask daylight to replay the moment …..exhausted unencumbered by connection to past …..leaf releases hold leaps into abyss …..inaudible to ears a gasping sound 12-8-20
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