My husband's poetry

Category: habits

  • Old coffee

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    Years ago, I had a secretary Who’d lecture me on coffee cup hygiene Wash away weeks of hard earned residue I’d tell her coffee was too weak That old coffee added just enough flavor To the Folgers in my cup She’d walk back to her desk, mutter You can make the coffee tomorrow Next day,…

  • Inside out

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    our closet is a mess clothes in need of darning worn out clothes without hangers clothes no longer fit the body I’ve started wearing clothes inside out looking for a silver lining searching in seams for a gleam 7-27-20

  • Monday morning

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    Monday morning I feel anything is possible I have an entire week ahead of me filled with goals and tasks Monday morning the New Yorker magazine comes With new poems and essays to enjoy subtle cartoons to ponder Monday morning I haven’t made a mistake all week But if I don’t put down my New…

  • The Couch

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    cfblack
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    Change your filthy clothes Before you sit on the sofa Don’t put your feet on the couch If you want to sleep go to your bedroom Sit up straight, so three people can sit down Those cushions don’t belong on the floor You two keep your hands to yourself This ain’t no whorehouse When your…