Category: health /doctors /hospitals
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Quatrains say goodbye to 2020
stand among wet trees coffee cup on fence rail muddy pond reflects bare trees, green hill, white overcast sky across the pond there is a path from the west it forks but from the east its branches become one path my cup is empty I will walk home from east to west alone in the…
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fragments of paradise
Lying broken she asked what I saw when I shut my eyes I said I see nothing She said she sees fragments of paradise floating cubes of white fragrant as soap wrapped in ribbons and beads stars and hearts shiny, bright and beautiful She shuts her eyes drifts off to sleep I rise to leave…
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Christmas eve 2020
The Christmas Eve It snowed In Nashville She woke Tried to understand How she crashed Paradise shattered Pieces floating In her head She told a nurse She needed to pee Lay on a bed pan Said her head hurt Begged them To make it stop She asked me To help her remember Her obligatory prayer…
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Solstice sage
Because she lay broken in a hospital bed We did not burn sage in a solstice fire this year We will not pass this way again or be reborn We did not watch Jupiter and Saturn converge We will not be here the next time planets meet But we will pray for her to heal…
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A father’s vigil
All these people each one rides elevator up each one worried each one wishes they could lay on hands remove pain heal broken bodies In dim light by her bed you stand watch quiet offer silent prayers conjure magic wish you could take her pain as yours 12-21-20
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a dilatory poet
COVID inactivity feeds me morsels of delay walk in the park enjoy another coffee break recycle cardboard sweep the porch rake leaves in mounds the city will haul away add fallen sticks to tinder pile dead branch above my head sword of Damocles hangs upon a horse hair thread 12-18-20
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Rainy day
Rain in yard, coffee on porch, Friend on phone Says hello, how are you? We talk of family, of health, Of vaccines, Grandiose post-COVID plans Last leaves launch in air In seven days Write fears on paper Consign in Solstice fire Happy Hanukkah Merry Christmas, and Kwanza, too 12-14-20
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Pandemic coffee in a blue cup
A mute yellow sign stands near the street in a neighbor’s yard signaling SLOW in black letters. You sip coffee from a blue cup as friends drive by and wave on their way to work, the grocery or anywhere, but here. The old couple with a corgi, call good morning from the park. With only…
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Gray hat
Dear Mom, today is cold. I stand in the chill where the sun breaks through trees to sip coffee. Most mornings, I throw a handful of keto granola for a brave mockingbird that busily gathers it up next to me. It reminds me of you and how you always bustled about your kitchen. A brown…
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rain check
Thanksgiving Day rain, lone bird sings in woods Siren calls in distance Watch out! We’re coming through! Everyone is staying home Empty seats in the living room Be safe, be healthy, be happy Thanksgiving Day rain drips from trees COVID canceled traditions Family gatherings on Zoom Family recipes homogenized and fortified 19th century dashes and…
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