Category: daily life
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Buying stamps
My wife texted me from the Post Office The clerk offered new stamps with Nancy Reagan’s portrait She laughed, is that the best You can do and asked for ones with flowers 7-8-25
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Cassie’s hat
sunrise, thirty degrees, take your blood pressure meds and crawl back in bed 9 am, put on Cassie’s hat, grab coffee in a blue cup and walk to the park watch mallards rush to safety on the other side of the pond as you approach return from the park, your father’s voice demands to know…
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Wednesday morning
City trucks out early gathering piles of leaves trees discarded After hiding from rain for two days tree dancers scurry and swirl in search of calories Mallards have left the pond their honeymoon over Flowering bush in the park refuses to give up on beauty A day or two in the sun and dry clatter…
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Caught between
heron stalks shallow water in the middle mallards glide in circles I am caught between blaring church music and a lone basketball player droning songs only he can hear on headphones 12-11-22
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Dance
to the prompt: Dancing ======================= Dance at the sock hop, the prom, the sweetheart formal. Dance in your bedroom alone in the dark. Dance to the memory of swirling, sweaty, young bodies. Dance when everyone has a partner and you’re the odd one out. Dance in the corn, the beans or fields of fluffy white…
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It’s always somewhere else
on the cold dreary day before winter solstice you daydream hot summer days and wonder why your shadow doesn’t cool your feet where two of you meet 12-20-22
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a bus poem no one will publish
faces of warped wood oak, walnut and pine deductibles are too high held in place with bent nails life in the fast lane on a slow moving bus 12-31-22
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Through trees
through trees on the far side of the park you see a white house, just a bedroom window you wonder is this a spare room, or is someone sleeping there 1-2-23
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Do
Something in me always says I don’t have time to read the READERS WRITE section of Sun magazine so I pass over it. It must be some childhood trigger which causes me to do this so I continue to do this every month. It’s a habit and I don’t care. _____ When I get to…
My husband's poetry 