Category: Belonging / Loneliness
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pillow talk
lying in the dark he said the sun comes and goes she said that is not true it is you who rolls away 10-22-20
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haiku as told by a tree
emptiness allows a stretched string to fill a room a drum to keep beat 10-19-20
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Blue
Neruda and Stevens wrote poems with blue guitars never green or red. Picasso painted a blue guitarist bent, almost broken boney hands on brown guitar. I think I know why they used blue, but I’m not sure. They didn’t explain or ask permission. 10-15-20
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Strange
Strange how I write in daylight about last night Conjure dreams of swimming while seated in a chair Imagine flying with my feet anchored to ground Remember days of our youth walking alone 10-14-20
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Wade in the Water, But Keep Your Matches Dry
Eighteen years old, we sat cross-legged in Arts Terrace grass Smoked pot and spoke of past lives Parents, teachers and preachers who told us what to think She confided that at fourteen she was born again Baptized in a fiberglass church sanctuary River Jordan Congregation watching, a choir ready to sing on cue I told…
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The introvert
in the middle of green stands a trellis alone no vines, no roses, no flowers freshly painted, pristine immaculate a sentinel unable to leave its posting autumn will soon turn green brown silently, it implores spring to curve life around its frame 9-12-20
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Drapes
today I don’t know why but today I thought of you and wondered why today one day the house was empty the next day it was not drapes in every window we must have been fifteen you moved into a house on Osage I was your paperboy the Journal & Courier sent a note to…
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meditation on dying
before the rain before you settle in for the night you walk familiar streets admire mowed lawns limbs trimmed stacked along curbs waiting for the city to haul away _____ sweaty shirt sticks to back and belly trees touch arching green over quiet streets silence thrums just before cicadas roar _____ kudzu pulls roof and…
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old photo
Tonight, I saw a picture of the last time we sat and talked We did not know it was our last time and that soon I’d race through the night across six states to listen to last breaths If we knew it was our last time would you have consented to a hug _____ We…
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Adverbs
In our COVID-19 quarantine world, existence is sedentary. We watch dog walkers all day, family walkers in the evening. We wave and exchange greetings from a safe distance. Occasionally, in faded yellow lawn chairs someone stops, sits and talks across your fire pit from ten feet away You feed them lethargy, pour adverbs over stacks…
My husband's poetry 