My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • Prison wall graffiti

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    creatures of habit seem detached need familiar spaces and alone time tough creatures tougher still to be married to living in their skin a prison cell 11-24-23

  • Because

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    because their past long term relationships fell apart they exchanged apartment keys on the first date and inspected each other’s bathroom, refrigerator, closets and whether they made their bed that morning because after the dew is off the lily it’s the little domestic things that matter 11-18-23

  • Apple sauce

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    I grow tired of social justice warriors on the right and on the left. Their quest for blemish free skin makes for tasteless fruit in my neighborhood grocery aisle I prefer to shop local. Greet the Trumper on the corner who helps everyone on the block and waves when he drives by and the non-traditional…

  • In search of daylight savings

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    The sun rises slow between trees over houses across from the park and sinks too soon behind the ridge of Hampton’s field. I follow my headlights into the dark Autumn 11-10-23

  • Before it rains

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    Several streets over distant sirens cry. You finish a poem in the New Yorker about a blood stained shadow, peel an orange and wonder if a family, you do not know, has insurance. Tangy citrus lingers on your tongue. You go inside before it rains. 11-10-23

  • Duty stations

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    dawn prayers (sacred duty) vote in city by election (patriotic duty) rake leaves gathered in our yard (family duty) chicken with hot sauce (personal duty) 11-7-23

  • Old fruit

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    blue wings dip and soar above reflected sky flit from red to yellow to green leaves back and forth back and forth and back, again are they playing or courting? maybe both scolding voice, passerine cousins of crows, their only flaw 11-4-23

  • not today

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    tic …toc tic ….toc TOC pine cone falls at feet squirrel chatters overhead I kick it Into the street think maybe the furry rodent might get hit by a passing car smile at the capricious nature of life step into the street kick the pine cone back into the yard think not on my watch…

  • Citrus

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    life gave me lemons I sent them back and asked for limes wait staff said they don’t have limes and lemons are pretty much the same I said your bartender would never substitute lemons for limes with Margaritas a lemon is not a lime and does not taste the same 10-19-23

  • noise

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    low flying jets a pack of helicopters, mowers and leaf blowers in the park low hum of distant interstate some days civilization just won’t shut up 10-18-23