Category: Kindness
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pressed cider
Mom had a friend from church who had a friend who had a cousin who sold fresh pressed cider in gallon jars at the end of his lane along the river road; she would buy a jug or two for cold evenings for a hot drink while watching Lawrence Welk. One weekend, she sent me…
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Blue shark
Today, the city comes to haul away leaves you piled in the street. Before you sip coffee you grab your rake to consolidate piles Last night’s rain spread along the street. A car stops, a happy voice sings, Hi, Mr. Al. His mother says he wanted me to see his new shark. He waves it…
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September 1969
Whose car is that? …..Mine I didn’t say you could have a car …..It’s a gift If I thought you needed a car I’d get you a car …..An old couple whose yard I mow …..came by the grocery with it We don’t take charity …..Dad – they were just being nice No! they were…
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Dragonfly
Stopping to almost perch on grass you followed for two blocks Steering your four winged bi-plane in and out of my path Are you bringing good fortune what are you trying to say? Black white laced wings in late afternoon sun I stopped and offered a finger you came close and flew away 7-16-20
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Ladle by the well
In the Great Depression, Grandpa lost the farm moved the family to town To a little house with a well in the yard between the coal shed and cellar door Momma said he hung a ladle by the well sometimes placed extra garden produce on a chair Before a cinder block room was built over…
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hand-made chocolate shakes
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For the surgical nurse who I worked with when I was drafted I remember sneaking out the service door in the alley behind the hospital Jogging to an ice cream shop for hand-made chocolate shakes while you stood guard at the door We would sit in the nurses’ lounge – you would tell me your…
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for a friend who got furloughed yesterday
For all the unemployed fathers and mothers who have worked hard all their lives who worked two jobs and a side hustle who paid their taxes who send their kids to public schools who use public parks who believed in the American dream For all the children whose parents are putting their lives on the…
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untitled covid poem
When mortality numbers decline we won’t return to how things were to all our old routines to old haunts and habits There is no time machine to go backwards we have been remade for a future we do not know where past lives have no meaning The universe pulls us towards unity don’t throw away…
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Collecting sea shells
on this last day of 2019 be kind to yourself and remember: sixty percent of who you are will slake your thirst wash you clean or drown you if you let it love yourself and the briny sea that laps your feet within you is an ocean with sand shimmering on the shore awaiting the…
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