Category: daily life
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Wednesday morning
City trucks out early gathering piles of leaves trees discarded After hiding from rain for two days tree dancers scurry and swirl in search of calories Mallards have left the pond their honeymoon over Flowering bush in the park refuses to give up on beauty A day or two in the sun and dry clatter…
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Cassie’s hat
sunrise, thirty degrees, take your blood pressure meds and crawl back in bed 9 am, put on Cassie’s hat, grab coffee in a blue cup and walk to the park watch mallards rush to safety on the other side of the pond as you approach return from the park, your father’s voice demands to know…
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Brrrr
While she sleeps You catch up on messages and communications with friends, Prepare the coffee pot And count out your vitamins for the morning The bottom of your computer screen says 4:04 am, 35 and clear You didn’t move South for this 11-14-22
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Because I wasn’t paying attention
because I wasn’t paying attention I set my favorite coffee cup down on thin air because I wasn’t paying attention sipping morning coffee will never be the same because I wasn’t paying attention I sweep shards of fired clay to throw away 11-7-22
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haiku for Mondays
squirrel falls from tree plop…gets up and runs away climbs the tree, again 11-7-22
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Lang’s song about love
I wake with an earworm lying on my pillow singing, “Emily’s poems are gathering dust…” Silently, I repeat Ben Franklin’s, “The early bird gets the worm.” I have letters to write, events to plan and promises to keep. I tell myself to leave her poems alone, face the tasks at hand. Maybe tomorrow I’ll pull…
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Dandelions and ragweed
On the way to Florence the highway department erects ten foot walls to protect empty fields from highway noise. In a low income neighborhood all night long you hear semi’s roar on the interstate. Rich developers’ fields grow straighter and taller in a quiet environment and dandelions and ragweed votes count. 11-4-22
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Basketball in the park
Friends and laughter on a Sunday morning Odor of skunk has nothing to do with the score More air balls than layups Everyone thinks they’re Stephen Curry Bose raps fighting words No one backs you down in the paint like Mark Jackson Fast food litter around trash cans They still can’t shoot the rock Damn…
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early autumn morning
standing half in half out the door left foot on kitchen floor right foot on concrete porch cool morning on face bright daylight dazzles eyes 10-8-22
My husband's poetry 