Category: health /doctors /hospitals
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Roots
You rise You stretch You exercise You sip coffee in the park You talk with dog walkers You dig roots in your yard You talk with a sister about health and family You set down the shovel You sit on the porch and rest, because roots exhaust you 11-23-20
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Some leaves’ glide path is smooth gondolas floating in air. Some swing back and forth like cradles. Some spin dizzy. Some resist, rise up on thermals. Some go heavy to ground. All I know is that I’m falling. 11-15-20
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Dog day Saturday
man with blind dog walks slow enjoys last times together blonde nurse walks black dog every morning her husband walks at noon two doors down lonely dog barks in back yard brown dog at corner fence complains to anything that moves Boston terrier and pit bull mix pull their human along as he talks on…
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Haiku – view from my porch looking into the park
gold leaves drift to ground yoga women dip and sway still air waits for rain 11-10-20
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The humbling of a Greek god
Some days, I feel good about my unruly COVID hair wind blown like the gods in paintings of Greek myths Then I do Facebook LIVE and my wife says I need to comb my hair and get it out of my face I stand in front of the bathroom mirror no bulging biceps, lats or…
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Pet me
Slow morning a book on a bench in the park friend stops by to record a poem It is good to have friends Last night’s ashes still too warm to throw away maybe, tomorrow Waiting for a phone call If the wind is right I hear semis miles away on interstate a friend walks by…
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sitting in the clammy dew
Out under the trees where groundskeepers never go leaves stand thick around a bench with a cracked slat of faded wood On this foggy bottom morning I carry a notebook, a pen, a new book to read and coffee in my blue cup I sit upon the dewy bench sip warm coffee open the book…
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Fire Bright, James’ Delight
Excited three year old Mommy, it’s a dream Hands out towards warm Chases a glowing spark Shock of bare skin landing Cowers behind chair Mommy, kisses fear away Excited dance around fire Time to leave, time for bed Marshmallows, mommy Next time, James, next time Holds tight her hand Bye, bye, Mr. Al Mommy, it’s…
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chain link fence
She lives on a corner her back yard a chain link fence Walks alone each morning six times ’round the park Cocked arms pump right angles rapid short steps eyes ahead speaks to no one I don’t know her name Someone told me once But I am horrible with names and forgot After six times…
My husband's poetry 