My husband's poetry

Category: friends

  • The dream

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    I dreamed I was talking with a neighbor girl – a grade school classmate who I have not spoken to since high school. I asked her how her family and husband were doing and she broke down sobbing about Alzheimer’s and cancer. A group of our old grade school girls appeared to console her, gathered…

  • Definitions

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    They met in class, flirted, gave all the secret signs. No one made the first move. At the end of the academic year they went their separate ways. All summer she daydreamed about unrequited love. On hot summer nights he fantasized about unconsummated sex. 4-28-25

  • Up early

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    4 am, up early, I have things to do before I drive a friend to breakfast, help him get in an out of his wheelchair so he may see old friends, visit old haunts and see the waitresses he used to flirt with and who flirted back. I wish I could do more; I wish…

  • Daylight savings

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    Last night, he dreamed he was playing goalie in a game of darts at a red neck bar and he refused to cry out Or go sit down because he wanted to fit in but he didn’t And he didn’t know how to tell them he only came here to find companionship and to drink…

  • haiku in the park

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    when I stand in light my shadow among dead leaves always walks me home 3-3-25

  • Reading Anne Frank

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    I wonder what became of the family who hid Anne Frank in an upstairs room I wonder if one of my siblings or a childhood friend would have turned her family in and gloated as they were hauled away I wonder if I would have the strength of character to say, “No More” 1-29-25

  • waiting on a friend

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    Chilly orange rind sundown Driving to meet a friend Lazy day before the day before Christmas Tea seeps in green cup Sam Cook plays overhead in coffee shop Waiting on a friend 12-23-24

  • After the flood

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    some days with some people I wonder if they meant prey when I thought they said pray and I quiver in the dark praying 12-16-24

  • Chicken Little

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    sky falls on red sundown red fox licks his lips blue Wednesday morning Henny Penny screams the end is near shades of trauma prism light x and y of politics, accidents of birth world spins red, then black and back to blue do not fear children’s fables in the dark, zombies eat their own let…

  • Unmoved

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    (a poem for Trans awareness day) in an overgrown garden half-hidden in the weeds a concrete statue of Mary stands unmoved and alone a point of meditation long forgotten the sun shines through the clouds in subtle pinks, blues and green lichen illuminates her face clouds return to block the sun her kindness gives me…