My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • Monday

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    daylight comes through trees blue sky white clouds yappy dog barks across the street weed eater says good morning speed walkers slow walkers dog walkers parade by car doors slam trash cans line street rush hour traffic let the stress begin 7-22-24

  • plastic beach haiku

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    06/30/24 – laughing, squealing kids front yard inflatable pool Summer plastic beach

  • Bare Feet on Cool Concrete

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    along tree top boulevards sunrise dances its happy dance leaves pirouette and dip flashing light and shadows siren screams get out of my way I’m coming through rush hour drones on it has work to do northern cardinals and Carolina wrens trill in the distance no lost causes disturb their songs 7/11/24

  • ‘The Day After Sunday’

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    07/08/24 listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’ll wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot

  • ‘Saturday Cool’

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    06/29 long shadows dappled shade jay flashes blue on fence robin and cardinal call in green morning cicadas sing descant high overhead I count my blessings on knuckled hand sip my coffee dry and go inside before heat sucks the cool from the day

  • ‘Window Washer’

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    “in the garden wet with rain” flowers rise and bloom I’ll wash your windows if you dare to see walk you through the doorway dream beneath the sky we will visit with the sun converse in silent whispers synchronize nature’s music piano concerto wet with dew our hearts in shock “no guru, no method, no…

  • Standing at the shoreline looking East

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    ankle deep in foam toes in wet sand days without end will end if I could walk under water I’d walk back across the sea tell my long lost cousins I’ve returned and will they take me in 5/26/24

  • recycling day

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    Sit in a lawn chair read Keats wait for the city truck to haul away trash we call recycling. Plaintive bird calls three times from the bush. No reply. 5-20-24

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    rain drips from trees drums dry brown leaves snare rattles downspouts birds sing call and response highway drones bass line sit silent and listen 5-19-24

  • Harrison Butker

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    or The Somnambulant Man in the middle of the night (comatose for decades) View Post he woke up struggled to feed himself left his dirty underwear on the bathroom floor everyone and everything had gone on without him his kids had grown up his wife had grown independent his mother had died while inside he…