Category: childhood
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childhood revery
windless shade sittingbirds sing in insect choruschildhood revery 6-23-22
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Chewing on clover
In the park, city employees fire up equipment at 6 am. Coffee in hand, you nod at mower and weedwhacker guys; Stop and talk basketball with the blower man, because He’s always looking for an excuse to stop working And you are always looking for someone to talk basketball with Before they go hide from…
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The fighter
This morning, I talked with a cousin fighting For his life with pancreatic cancer in Indiana. Always upbeat, he told me that last week His doctor told him it had spread to his liver and lungs, But they can cut those out and if chemo treatments number 21-24 don’t work, He might get accepted in…
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Of lucky quarters and juju pixies
When they closed the fountain for winter and gathered all the coins in buckets to haul away, did it cancel the wishes and send the pixies to roost with angels until spring? I threw a coin in the fountain once, wishing I would be good until Christmas. Thought I tossed a nickel, but it was…
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Listening to the BBC
Glenn was an adolescent cool boy We met In seventh grade band He was smarter than me Played clarinet better than I played trombone In science class, we learned Descartes Tortured animals in the pursuit of knowledge _____ My friend would tell stories of tying cats tails together Lighting them on fire to watch them…
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Eggs benedict with chorizo on the side
Chilly Mother’s Day, rock and roll elevator music overhead played bad. Traffic on the street honks off beat. Everyone needs a job, and the musician’s union pays well. Honeysuckle in the planter, sparrows scavenge breadcrumbs at my feet, dog dish begs water by a bench while families gather outside a restaurant waiting for a text…
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H.O.R.S.E.
Who decided to spell H.O.R.S.E. that this was the way to see who was the best shot in the neighborhood? Today, I watched young kids play H.O.R.S.E. and doubt they ever rode a horse at summer camp or enjoyed Roy Rogers on TV Shoot to disarm and never to kill dreamed of crying High Oh…
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Dear Siri
Because there was no how-to manual and GPS does not chart every trail in the wilderness of relationships, Because my mother was a perfectionist, I don’t know when good Is good enough, And because I’m a soul having a bodily experience for my first and only time, I wake up in the middle of the…
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green haiku
smell of fresh cut grass small birds pick among scythed plants you among days gone 4-25-22
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Sunday haiku
beneath the willow tree hidden childhood memories where no one can see 4-42-22
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