My husband's poetry

Category: travel

  • naps

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    …forgive me if I take more naps than I used to on the backs of my eye lids maps etched of places I’ve been and places I still want to go vignettes written of folks I know and imagined conversations with folks still here and folks now gone I’m not tired I’m just planning where…

  • I26 near Spartanburg

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    near the border near sunset near home pass through storm’s edge on the other side sun still hangs on horizon multiple rainbows prism the sky semis shed water streams windshield wipers on high tires hydroplane steer back control race on towards home 7-20-22

  • Day old Tang

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    On the western edge of Eastern Time Pink and lavender clouds curtain the horizon You race west into the sunset Before your cell phone clock Back flips into Central Time You haven’t bothered to calculate the spin And tilt of the earth, the angle And slope of the road or the speed of your car,…

  • a bus poem no one will publish

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    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

  • 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…