My husband's poetry

Category: friends

  • Backyard buck

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    Behind my battered backyard fence, bent boughs, bold bamboo, brazen kudzu begin their annual green grab…again. Morning moves slowly over moss. With singing saw and steel bit I split saplings in two and battle brush. -Suddenly- Through the green, a big, bewildered, broad-chested, bristle-boned buck bounds down the brambled bank. Dry leaves dance. My heart…

  • Black umbrella

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    Tables full inside you sit out of the rain on the porch talk of her new boyfriend changes in her meds and the stomach distress this causes Half-grossed out, half-listening you watch street lights blink on and off behind her as they try to decide if it is dark or light Coffee cup is empty…

  • Flickering light

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    Charlie was a working man retired from the city married late in life had three young children and a wife he did odd jobs for me to pay his rent — His kids liked to play outside under a street light the light began to flicker he climbed the pole to fix it fell and…

  • 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