Category: daily life
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coffee in a blue cup
in grey sweats, morning legs lounge out from a park bench rough and worn from the sun coffee in a blue cup aroma of foreign mountains ambrosia brewed strong in the distance a young woman keeps cadence with a basketball dribble shoot, dribble shoot, dribble, dribble, dribble repeats over and over and over before men…
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Homeward bound
The day before, the day before The day before, yesterday I found you staring up at the sun On the side of the road Neck stretched, arms and legs splayed Everything you owned on your back Shell crushed flat. Hungry birds had not found you And flies had not come yet To lay eggs in…
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haiku waking in our son’s house
dream walk new landscapes wake in cool night of the mind inhaling new worlds 5-9-21
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window rattling
fighter jets race low crack sky shake house gone before sound freedom is not quiet 5-2-21
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You are HERE
Two strangers stand beside each other in a Welcome Center lobby map of roads with an X declaring, YOU ARE HERE –> Where is HERE? One is trying to decipher a way from this X to the next X; the other is waiting on their wife to pee 4-29-21
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Poem Inspired when Driving in the Far Left Lane and Needing to Be in the Far Right Lane And Remembering You were Going to Buy Your Wife a Large Pike Blend During Heavy Morning Traffic
Shit, damn it – get off my ass Don’t you see my turn signal? (Nod your head, wave thank you) To the driver who let you slide over one lane Shit, damn it – you didn’t get over enough Drive past your turn (Nod your head, wave thank you) To the driver who let you…
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cup of confidence
Because I never waited on tables I didn’t learn to carry coffee and walk at the same time Every morning my confidence spills over the brim and drips upon one shoe 4-12-21
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Stopping to feast along a gravel road
1) Rancid meat only vultures crave; they never wait their turn to tear flesh from bones of what remains. I slow down to avoid interrupting the feast and wonder, if vultures eat vulture roadkill or leave it for the crows. 2) On my office shelf sits mom’s old schoolbook, 101 Famous Poems, copyright 1929. Sometimes,…
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