Category: Belonging / Loneliness
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The Crow Called…..Awe, Awe, Awe
“for my friend, Drew” in defiance, tall trees clapped and shook their fists argued all night at a cool blustery spring wind sleepless birds wisely stayed silent you got up composed a poem on the porch while standing in the dark eventually, you went back to bed waited for dawn when Carolina wrens sang in…
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hand-made chocolate shakes
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For the surgical nurse who I worked with when I was drafted I remember sneaking out the service door in the alley behind the hospital Jogging to an ice cream shop for hand-made chocolate shakes while you stood guard at the door We would sit in the nurses’ lounge – you would tell me your…
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Shaking the ground
In high school, he roamed the bottom ground along the river Dreamed of living in the woods living off the land, living off the grid One day, he woke up angry he did not know why he was just angry He went searching for a dead tree bald of bark and limb He did not…
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untitled covid poem
When mortality numbers decline we won’t return to how things were to all our old routines to old haunts and habits There is no time machine to go backwards we have been remade for a future we do not know where past lives have no meaning The universe pulls us towards unity don’t throw away…
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Crystal halos
(for an old college friend, Terry – stay well, my friend; I will see you on the safe side of summer) ‘Crystal Halos’ This morning, a bird woke me with insistent calls of “Pick me, pick me,” outside my window I sat barefoot on the porch watched light shimmy down from tree tops to run…
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Waiting for My Echo
I want a bridge in the wilderness that comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere I want a bridge across a river or a way to the other side of a raging stream or rocky gorge I want a bridge made of rope like the kind we made in scouts so when I get to…
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On the corner of Brandon and Landon roads
2 am, from my porch one lone frog is all I hear. I have seen no possums; even the Mayor of Moonlight is avoiding me. Helicopters come from the fort’s direction; fly low over the park shaking the house. Where are they going? Is it necessary to fly so low at 2 am? Lonely, ring-tailed…
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Questions I ask of a chair
Where is my friend? Did they leave? I came by for a visit, but they were gone. Are they sitting in the sun room? On a scale of one to ten, what was their pain level? Have you been following the coronavirus news? I’m more afraid of sepsis and staph infections. Why didn’t they finish…
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Haze
What is it about acrid smoke haze at dusk that makes you think of sandlot football family suppers and warm thoughts? What is it about burning leaves sock hat and gloves stirring dry leaves into a fire before you go inside? What is it about smokey piles dotting the neighborhood flavoring air like fog off…
My husband's poetry 