Category: daily life
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Almost
Down the hall gentle laugh Me – “What?” Her – “You didn’t tell my age” Me – “I thought you didn’t want me to” Her laughing – “I almost don’t care about my age anymore” Me walking away talking to myself “The operative word is almost” 8-19-20
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Summertime
Before air conditioning was a thing all doors and windows were open In the hall a box fan stirred the air moved it to the kitchen for supper Pulled weeds, hoed the garden picked worms from off the vines Rode bikes, played in the sprinkler sat in the front yard after dark Drank nickel root…
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Nuts
Knock, knock Is someone at the door or am I dreaming? I lie in the dark wondering where I put my mask. I wait for a second knock. Knock, knock Rolling sound on roof Dull thud on ground In a time of quarantine only a nut would come knocking unannounced at someone’s house 8-5-20
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Inside out
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
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a binary life
Sitting on the porch she opens the door says, “It’s too hot” You use pen and paper to flesh a poem a computer to bone it Your computer complains slows down and threatens to abandon you You are a peacemaker in a binary world and tear out the page and go inside 7-23-20
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Light rain
You lie down to rest close blinds to darken the room but still light leaks in Puddles on cheeks of closed eyes pull a sheet over your head protection from light rain 7-22-20
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on writing
Sometimes, you flesh out a poem with ink and paper and the anger and emotion hurts too much to finish. 7-20-20
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Two plus two plus two plus two
Dark shadow with golden legs Early morning sun illuminates on screen Normally, I see you in debris along the fence Or on a rotting stump among the weeds What brings you to my porch to perch in soft young light? I have nothing to feed you, but I marvel at your agility How you coordinate…
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Monday morning
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…
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