My husband's poetry

Category: neighbors

  • Chain link fence

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    She lives on a corner, her back yard a chain link fence Walks alone each morning six times around 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 She goes in…

  • The knock

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    2 am – knock at my window. It was not a raven or ghost of anything past. The wind had shifted and it was only the rain come calling in the night. I told Wallace Stevens to wait, went out and stood on the porch, wondered if my neighbors would be upset, if rain knocked…

  • Church of glowing wood

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    October autumn night moonlight and street lamps we gather in the side yard with friends around a fire Offer fallen wood to the dark smell smoke….. incense for the dead, the dying and those who tend the dying before it is their time As folks rise to go home we offer virtual handshakes, bank embers,…

  • Meditation

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    This daily practice This writing everyday This recitation of thoughts memories, dreams and reflections This turning on the coffee This music of whirling blender This making a mess so I may straighten up my morning This washing of dishes This cleaning the blender This wiping of counters before I step out on the porch greet…

  • Adverbs

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    In our COVID-19 quarantine world, existence is sedentary. We watch dog walkers all day, family walkers in the evening. We wave and exchange greetings from a safe distance. Occasionally, in faded yellow lawn chairs someone stops, sits and talks across your fire pit from ten feet away You feed them lethargy, pour adverbs over stacks…

  • Choices

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    Morning after fire pit grey ash stills radIates heat Lone tree frog drones in woods Leaves glisten with yesterday’s rain Cardinal calls from a limb Young woman pushes stroller in park Yoga instructor’s leaf blower removes debris from basketball court Bose beats boom before breakfast Neighbor walks dog without doggie waste bag So many omens…

  • stairs

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    Some days are made for repairing stairs Some days are made for building stairs up to the porch Some days are made for climbing stairs that lead to your door Some days are made for sitting on stairs to watch your neighbors pass by Some days are made for descending stairs for a stroll in…

  • Practice in a time of safe distancing

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    He sits alone at a blue picnic table laces name brand shoes from rough asphalt he removes last night’s leaves and debris gathers his brown ball and shoots from the top of the key ___ He rebounds shoots a layup retreats to the far side of the court fakes left and right shoots a three…