My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • I’m okay

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    Some days the noise of the city aggravates; some days the noise of the city invigorates. Siren’s wail fading in the distance means our neighbors are okay. The drone of a plane means someone is going somewhere and is staying safely aloft. Faraway hum of vehicles means folks are going to work. Whirl of mowers…

  • After the rain

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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • Cat lady

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    middle of road hands in air angry, sad, devastated bends down gathers up limp kitten no crows or buzzards will pick its bones 6-5-23

  • fire truck

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    firetruck races past red lights flashing I search the horizon for smoke relieved the sky Is clear 6-15-23

  • Night stalks on cat feet

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    Late at night you sit on the porch. Distant low traffic drone harmonizes with high insect songs. Bare feet gather in sunlight from warm concrete. In the middle of the street the neighbor’s grey cat stands, stares up at an old man on a porch. If she weren’t so skittish, you’d invite her up to…

  • Beer money

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    I had not seen the old man who lives on the other side of the park since last Autumn. Today, while walking by his house, he called from his porch. I walked over to say hello. He removed a blanket from his lap, showed me his leg was gone, said he could not trim my…

  • Plum blossom slippers

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    Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.(Thich Nhat Hanh) written for a poetry workshop: Rejoice in the morning of your survival Above your head a crow shakes last night’s rain from leaves Haploid to diploid fertility dance In the dewy dawn moss comes green The weight of your burden is carried…

  • Red-headed stranger

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    High up in a dying tree Mr. Woodpecker knocks on wood Hopes a worm or insect May come to see who is calling I am not oblivious to their plight But neither am I complicit I hear him hammering at their door And do not disturb his ruse 6-18-23

  • The exile

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    unaffected by its lack of freedom songbird sings from its cage hanging on a hook In the corner you doze in the lap of 21st century luxury unwilling to sing because you feel uncomfortable 6-23-23

  • Mud dauber

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    because it heard your head is full of mush mud dauber swirls around your face looking for a way in to build a nest you do not swat you walk away and live to fight another day 6-30-23