My husband's poetry

Category: daily life

  • Saturday morning people watching in the park

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    In the park Wesly walks chest out dog on a leash at his side Buttercup walks behind head down on her phone “…loooove. Truuuue lovvee will follow you forever.” 7-1-23

  • Winter’s day

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    Between shadows, light reflects on dead leaves, sun warms my back. A January wind cools my face, pushes its way past my scarf and down the front of my shirt. I zip my jacket as high as it will go, but it it is too late. I retreat to house, fill a bowl with tuna…

  • Long distance runner

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    Mother, poet, educator Always pushing yourself Harder, faster, longer We just sat down to watch If we knew it was a sprint We would have come sooner And paid better attention (for the poet, Michele Reese) 7-31-23

  • Gate 19

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    Poem from notes at the Milwaukee Airport 12/29/2024 (photo by granddaughter) the interstate is empty at 3 am no snow or ice return rental car walk across sky bridge to Departures dogs sniff feet for explosives no need to remove shoes sweat pants and canvas shoes are all the rage jilted shoeshine chairs sit draped…

  • coming or going

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    Wake from dream, 4 am Listen to Carol breathing Jet flies low over house Coming or going…I do not know Coffee cooling on kitchen counter, 6 am Meditation and prayers in park Online meeting starts real soon Coming or going…I do not know 8-22-23

  • empty highway

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    empty highway low country dark headlights split the night center line reflectors yellow crescent moon set cruise and go 8-23-23

  • Albert

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    wind in trees cool overcast skies nice day for sitting in the yard gym calls my name Albert, get off your sagging butt and push some weights 8-23-23

  • Hosanna chainsaw

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    dog walkers reappear park staff armed with chainsaws clear limbs and damaged trees barometric pressure shoulder pain lessens emails and projects beckon me to come inside and work in the key of longing cicadas sing Hosanna chorus celebrate survival of the storm 8-31-23

  • feather

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    Yesterday out where high power runs straight Into the distance and the weeds grow tall I stand at the cut line in short grass so dew does not dampen the hem of my pants a feather lies in the open I decide to leave it for a child to find Today out where high power…

  • Waiting

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    freckled light through trees spinache souffle on a plate brown coffee in a cup waiting on a friend 9-15-23