Category: daily life
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Sunny spot
Hot summer days I sit barefoot in the shade Cool fall days I wear long sleeves and shoes Seek the sunny spot In the yard to sip coffee and think of home Of sock hats thermal underwear, gloves and warm coats Of shoveling snow On winter mornings before school Of throwing snow balls At yellow…
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voices
long delayed project finished sit back, sip ginger tea admire my Dad’s voice barks what the hell took you so long my Mom’s voice counters you could have done better trying to become an adult but voices won’t let me 11-17-20
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happy/sad
I remember the morning breakfast at my parents’ table Dad in his chair by the window Mom making coffee, frying eggs, bustling, always bustling. He said, I wanted to tell you first; in that split second, I thought the worst, cancer or some other kind of slow dying. I left the Republican Party; they’ve lost…
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A Bigly Branch
High in a tree a rotted branch hangs suspended in air fuel for a late night fire Afraid of falling holding on to live branches refusing to concede it has lost its battle Maybe it will fall in the middle of the night; no one to see, no one to hear no one to hurt…
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untitled
Some leaves’ glide path is smooth gondolas floating in air. Some swing back and forth like cradles. Some spin dizzy. Some resist, rise up on thermals. Some go heavy to ground. All I know is that I’m falling. 11-15-20
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Dog day Saturday
man with blind dog walks slow enjoys last times together blonde nurse walks black dog every morning her husband walks at noon two doors down lonely dog barks in back yard brown dog at corner fence complains to anything that moves Boston terrier and pit bull mix pull their human along as he talks on…
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Listening to rain
Between bands of rain you walk A mile in thunder Head home It stops before you’re home You take off shoes Sun comes out Call it a day any way Possibilities anchor you to the porch 11-11-20
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Haiku – view from my porch looking into the park
gold leaves drift to ground yoga women dip and sway still air waits for rain 11-10-20
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The humbling of a Greek god
Some days, I feel good about my unruly COVID hair wind blown like the gods in paintings of Greek myths Then I do Facebook LIVE and my wife says I need to comb my hair and get it out of my face I stand in front of the bathroom mirror no bulging biceps, lats or…
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sitting in the clammy dew
Out under the trees where groundskeepers never go leaves stand thick around a bench with a cracked slat of faded wood On this foggy bottom morning I carry a notebook, a pen, a new book to read and coffee in my blue cup I sit upon the dewy bench sip warm coffee open the book…
My husband's poetry 