Category: daily life
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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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Life’s road
life’s road leads forward even Robert’s fork leads forward no u-turn no reverse gear run out of fuel, pull over and quit 9-10-25
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rainy day front porch haiku
tires slap wet pavement leaves watch thirsty ground drink rain tree frogs trill thank you 8-14-25
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Red shift
somewhere along the journey you joined the retreat from darkness before the bang black sky between stars full with galaxies of light bright flash chases after you unable to catch up if we stop pushing each other away allow Creation to blind us of our darkness effulgent crimson becomes an ark sailing on seas of…
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Tired of waiting
tired of waiting for light to reveal truths written with invisible ink I put on a blindfold and lie down for a nap 8-10-25
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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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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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haiku for Mondays
squirrel falls from tree plop…gets up and runs away climbs the tree, again 11-7-22
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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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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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