My husband's poetry

Category: love

  • Fragrant tea in a blue cafe in a red state

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    At a lull in business your barista wipes her hands on her apron, steps from behind the bar, hugs a woman who just closed a laptop, smiles gently, kisses her forehead, goes back behind the bar, wipes the counter with a rag, you take another sip of Jasmine tea, and wonder how can that be…

  • group chat

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    They met in a graduate research lab at college, consummated in a hot pile of desperately removed clothes after a drunken cohort party so it seemed completely appropriate to breakup in a group chat while he was in Antarctica on a post-doc assignment. 6-3-22

  • Retired marriage counselor

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    Sitting on your couch Watching reruns on TV You grew tired of trying to return Lonely socks to their mate Told them all to leave Bought a dozen pairs All the same – one size fits all Dumped them in your sock drawer Said, “Choose your own mate. It’s none of my business” 6-25-22

  • somewhere in America

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    Introverted by nature, she never felt like she belonged. She wanted to fit in, but when she’d introduce herself at parties people would ignore her and laugh behind her back. Until one day in a high desert ghost town souvenir shop on a dusty swivel rack In the corner by the unisex restroom with knotted…

  • the weight of living

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    1. Because they were loved and were loving Because they were needed and were needy Because they did not want to be misunderstood 2. Because they would not submit, they stayed, as long, as they could. Eventually the weight of living became too much They knew they could not wait long enough For the loving…

  • Time voyeur

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    Late at night, when no one is up, But insomniacs and crazy old men I surf the internet for old movies frozen in time Always with the sound off So no one wakes I marvel as their craft Slowly fades from grainy celluloid It doesn’t matter to this time voyeur If they died famous or…

  • Sunbeam electric iron

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    Because stiff collars were all the rage in school She found him at an online overstock auction When she said their relationship was over he felt like an iron in a closet full of wash & wear 10-21-22

  • The unwinding

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    All mothers do not know how to love All fathers do not come home at night All siblings do not get along All rustling in dry leaves is not a ghost it may only be a possum chasing a mouse All dogs that bark do not bite All cats do not spray in corners All…

  • Life’s road

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    life’s road leads forward even Robert’s fork leads forward no u-turn no reverse gear run out of fuel, pull over and quit 9-10-25

  • Lang’s song about love

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    I wake with an earworm lying on my pillow singing, “Emily’s poems are gathering dust…” Silently, I repeat Ben Franklin’s, “The early bird gets the worm.” I have letters to write, events to plan and promises to keep. I tell myself to leave her poems alone, face the tasks at hand. Maybe tomorrow I’ll pull…