Category: Belonging / Loneliness
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We were the class of ’70
We were children pretending to be adults. This was our seeding, the setting of roots until our transplantation. If these were our glory days what the hell have we been doing for 50 years? We were the bridge between the gap a bridge over troubled waters waiting for the bus at McCord’s running to Goodnight’s…
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poem for the moon man
Woodpecker drumming Like woodpeckers do Dog walkers walk Alone in the park Heron in shallows Green lizard on fence Coffee cup empty Meander on home 7-15-21
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wool gathering at 4am
I thought I saw you across the room sitting alone in your hat. I tried to catch your eye, but you never looked up. I pushed back my chair to go over, say hello and ask about mom, When I realized you’re four years gone, you got up and left without finishing your meal. 7-1-21
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The heron
The brood of geese that waits for a lady with a black dog to spread stale bread along the bank don’t know what the heron sees staring alone knee deep into still waters. Your aunt said your cousin likes to talk with a girl in a picture that hung on her bedroom wall, so they…
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Queuing at the Door, or, A Prayer for Bob Hinkle
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1) Fold your hands, bow your head, Shut your eyes and pray I would try, but no one said how to pray Just how to act like praying I wanted to know where to go, how many Steps to take, how many doors to open 2) Dad would get angry, If you cheated and opened…
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Holding Space in Time of COVID
alone ~ pastel painted room stand ~ in front ~ interactive mirror Lululemon ~ formal attire strike ~ yoga pose 4-21-21
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Looking for an omen
An hour before the sun Owl hoots in your backyard tree Two longs, two shorts, a long and a short Over and over and over Maybe it’s wearing ear buds And talking to an owl on the other side of town Or maybe, when it’s agitated, it talks to itself, too You get out of…
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Beatitudes
Blessed is the morning Blessed is the coffee Blessed is the sun before the rain Blessed are the birds that dampen the traffic noise Blessed is the train that wails and the siren song that fades Blessed is the drone of the plane that stays aloft Blessed are the dog walkers, the couples, the skateboarders,…
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haiku morning augury
dark crow roosts in tree I’ve been waiting your return tell me where you’ve been congregants gather rise and fall and rise, again praise of gold finches woodpecker in tree is the hollow echo you or is it the wood 3-22-21
My husband's poetry 