My husband's poetry

Category: fear

  • a nickel a scoop

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    Hot summer on sidewalk a lost dime no one saw you pick it up Snuck bike from garage two miles to Frozen Custard a nickel a scoop You lean forward lick fast so it doesn’t drip on shirt and give you away 8-22-20

  • Kissing country girls

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    She said, “You have to leave!” I asked, “Why?” She replied, “No one comes out this far in the country” I smiled and said, “I do.” She said, “That dust cloud on the horizon is Daddy’s truck.” I got in my car and left 8-10-20

  • an anniversary meditation

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    dust motes shimmer through trees on sunbeams I sip coffee and read Hibakusha stories trees shake from an earthquake in the mountains I haven’t heard damage reports, but it will be mild _____ on the anniversary of Nagasaki I reflect 70,000 vaporized in a rush for peace children, mothers, fathers a Shinto shrine and Catholic…

  • Porch rain

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    Hot summer day late afternoon rain water flows in street Thunder overhead somewhere a tree is cleaved to ground No matter, how cool you try to be, a flash and crack makes you jump You steal yourself for the next one and hope it doesn’t strike too close 6-30-20

  • Oh, hell no!

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    After the storm, in the middle of the night I awoke from dream Telling my wife the baby was hungry and needs nursing That ship sailed long ago with a vasectomy in 1986 She said wake up You’re talking in your sleep, again 5-25-20

  • Oneirodynia

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    Disoriented, I wake stand at the kitchen sink For a moment, I feel as if I’m a child, again, living in Indiana, hunkered down, waiting for a blizzard, hoping they close school tomorrow But the wind doesn’t howl at my window tomorrow’s forecast is sunny and warm folks are hoarding sanitizer and toilet paper not…

  • Junk thinking

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    Today, the city will come by for curbside yard waste I think I’ll bundle up pandemic fears and set them out there, too Don’t believe those Bible thumping divine retribution doomsayers An asteroid took out the dinosaurs NOT gay rights, abortion prayer in school, immigration the plague or a coronavirus This isn’t the world’s first…

  • Crystal halos

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    (for an old college friend, Terry – stay well, my friend; I will see you on the safe side of summer) ‘Crystal Halos’ This morning, a bird woke me with insistent calls of “Pick me, pick me,” outside my window I sat barefoot on the porch watched light shimmy down from tree tops to run…

  • recurring dream

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    down dark corridors behind locked metal gates fears long lost hide maybe they are not lost maybe they are not hiding maybe you forgot where you put them and they are waiting to be found 3-25-20