Category: friends
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Coffee at Whole Foods waiting on a friend
Empty tables chair legs and slatted shadows Lie prone on concrete Young woman two tables over studies Amidst shadows of legs and feet Her shadows in slatted empty space Reveal no sparkly clothes 11-25-19
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Dreamtime walkabout
Nameless friend buys an old house In need of repair It stands in your old neighborhood Together you walk Strange alleys and spaces That were always there But staring into the sun you were unaware You look in back yards Hoping, maybe you’ll recognize A tree or bush No trees, no gardens, no grass, the…
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Kindergarten Ned
I thought of you today who you became and if you are still alive The green army man we took from class to play with at recess Lost him in the grass we looked all recess but he stayed hidden Our promise not to tell of our theft and the lost green man in the…
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11/11 – Dream π r²
You cross bridge after bridge go from island to island looking for the friend You sit in cafes walk neighborhoods hang out on park benches You stroll through galleries listening for the rhythm of the artist’s heart Once, you thought you saw the back of their head but you lost them in a crowd Like…
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She
poem for a friend ======================== She is a lucid dreamer small and lithe as the cat asleep on her bed She is an awakening dancer She runs until She hurts She has been broken and will break again She is a healer looking for a healer She is fiercely courageous fiercely loyal and fiercely afraid…
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Coaching Soccer on Elysium Fields
I still think of you and wonder if I had been home when you came by and if we had talked, things might be different but I wasn’t home and we never spoke Last night, I watched an artist paint a skeleton face on pavement at a street festival and had to leave because you…
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Amplified
(This is for all the poets, singers, dancers, actors, artists and mimes who step beyond their comfort zones and share) This is not rocket science you’ve been preparing for this all your life Remove your exterior gown sit naked at the dressing table turn it inside out Examine the weave of cloth the stitching that…
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The quietude of wet
3 am, dishes washed clothes in dryer butter in coffee come sit and watch night from my porch smell the wet of moldy leaves damp soil and warm coffee the frost of autumn comes late in the South and that’s okay light rain drips – sparkles in trees asphalt can’t suppress crushed stone’s glisten only…
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Waiting
in the dusk before dawn fog halos street lights water drips from trees two students wait on corner for the school bus to come I wait for a friend to stop by for coffee rain waits for no one 10-29-19
My husband's poetry 