Category: daily life
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Meditation
This daily practice This writing everyday This recitation of thoughts memories, dreams and reflections This turning on the coffee This music of whirling blender This making a mess so I may straighten up my morning This washing of dishes This cleaning the blender This wiping of counters before I step out on the porch greet…
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for Nick Vulpi
Today, we drove to mile marker 99; nothing special to see; Nothing says that last week a visitor from Canada Stopped to offer help to a young man we knew as boy What did he say and what was the reply? Simple words of kindness shared, lost in the gore Of another drunk behind the…
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travel haiku
puff ball cotton clouds concrete ribbon wrapped mountains green day commute home 9-19-20
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Patio meditation for 9/11
Sitting on the back patio squirrel churs on fence Plastic owl on wall stares empty-eyed at the morning Red birdhouse in neighbor’s yard sits empty waiting for spring We have boxes to take to the new house Movers won’t come until Wednesday for furniture Overcast skies hide the sun, threaten rain Concrete Mary stands hands…
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Hoosier hospitality
To the ground hog that lives under our son’s garden shed This is your eviction notice we will shovel mothballs in your burrow tomorrow You may move next door there is plenty of room under the neighbor’s deck Don’t take this personal but Hoosier Hospitality has come to Pittsburgh 9-9-20
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Driving toward Pittsburgh
dear siri, today, while driving towards pittsburgh I wrote a poem in my head I’ve lost it can you help me find it ? I promise I will take back all those horrible things I’ve said about you 9-8-20
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Benched
F– you! Yeah, f– you! Ya wanna play basketball, instead of be with me? F– you! Explosion in the middle of the street. Bringing it to the court. Don’t know who’s right or if there’s a wrong. Basketball; dribble, dribble; dribble, dribble. F– you! Yeah, f– you! Ya wanna play basketball, instead of be with…
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air travel
humid overcast still air sound of flight landing or takeoff coming or going skyward it pulls you 8-25-20
My husband's poetry 