Category: love
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poem for a friend
On a log pile by a fire pit On a log with lichen clings a lone cicada husk Split in the back for you to flee A life that’s grown too small you flee into green canopy And sing incessantly to be found To be loved before a change of seasons 7-20-20
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Who our Mother was
On this day after Mothers Day I remember how a couple of years before mom died my siblings almost killed her They hired a cleaning lady to come once a week to clean my parents’ house and mom exhausted herself Moving the refrigerator and furniture to sweep climbing on a step stool to dust getting…
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Green tea
You sip green tea with lemon and ginger read a bit – listen to the world outside your porch A young dude shows up at 9 a.m. to shoot baskets in the park turns his music up real loud and proceeds to work on his game You don’t care, if his playlist is dope don’t…
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Muddling
You were not certified to be born to nurse to be a child or an adolescent set adrift in hormonal seas You were not trained to be a friend to love to be a parent or a partner in this thing called life You were not prepared to be quarantined for COVID-19 but somehow we…
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Tombo tanka
skims above water flits in and out of sunlight seeks for love or food summer’s iridescent djinn our lily frond faerie muse 4-22-20
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Pandemic Meditation on the Second Anniversary of My Mother’s Passing
1) This morning On the second anniversary Of my mother’s passing I listened to birds in trees While contemplating how hard It must be to not be allowed to sit With love ones who are dying Breathing out this damned virus In vapors of last breaths 2) I remember how my sister texted That mom…
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Hugging the shore
What of this devotion this becoming a shoreline to the motion of a river rushing to sea. No one lives forever; is love a preparation for our dying? Tell me the truth. I watched my father die breathing into the night he would die, his pacemaker kept restarting him Mom called out his name wet…
