Category: friends
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Blowing in the wind
how many bridges burn with friends on the other side how many regrets with friends on the other side how many misunderstandings with friends on the other side before we run out of friends 11-11-23
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Chocolate croissants
Sharing chocolate croissants with a friend, you count seconds between lightning and thunder, talk about safety in the coming storm. Jets from the airbase fly practice runs overhead, shake trees, grow quivering concentric circles in your cup of tea. Your friend tells you he heard in Gaza fighter jets fly faster than sound and if…
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Turn your porch light on
we’re all human I don’t care about your labels liberal, conservative Boomer, X or Z stop the othering Christian, Buddhist, Hindu Pagan, Muslim, Jew black,white, pink or green gay, straight, transgendered stop the othering citizen, immigrant homed or homeless we’re all on a reunion path turn your porch light on walk each other home 11-5-23
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highway 21
racing through the dark lightning strobes the road wipers slap windshield hazard lights ahead pull off the road only nineteen miles to go fear is not my modus operandi I race through the dark an invincible fool weaves through traffic I hope they don’t overreach their skill set and take me with them before the…
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Waiting
freckled light through trees spinache souffle on a plate brown coffee in a cup waiting on a friend 9-15-23
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haiku reflection on friends gone too soon
late summer morning wind tossed leaves drift on the pond couldn’t wait for Autumn 9-9-23
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a snake eating its tail
every end is a beginning of something new accept it and move on obsess over an ending and you may miss a new beginning 9-2-23
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Festival dancer
low slung pants, mid-riff top rainbow painted eyes dances at the stage with lighted hoops moves to music in hips and feet she lives in the moment, the movement and the adulation little girls love her and she loves them back 8-20-23
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Festival’s last day
children are up early they always are life’s a big adventure sit and listen in your camp chair somewhere someone strums a guitar flute plays in distance stage hands remove tarps fold and put away vendors gather, talk with new friends cicadas console one another PATIENCE… they’ll be gone tomorrow 8-20-23
My husband's poetry 