My husband's poetry

Category: regrets

  • Listening to the BBC

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    Glenn was an adolescent cool boy We met In seventh grade band He was smarter than me Played clarinet better than I played trombone In science class, we learned Descartes Tortured animals in the pursuit of knowledge _____ My friend would tell stories of tying cats tails together Lighting them on fire to watch them…

  • May Day 1971, Washington, DC

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    Talking to myself, I asked myself, do you remember that day in May, that day in 1971, fortified with cannabis, when you thought skinny-dipping out of a cherry tree into the Tidal Basin was somehow an act of incredible bravery and defiance against Nixon’s war machine. Covered in trash and muck you walked naked through…

  • Because I wasn’t paying attention

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    because I wasn’t paying attention I set my favorite coffee cup down on thin air because I wasn’t paying attention sipping morning coffee will never be the same because I wasn’t paying attention I sweep shards of fired clay to throw away 11-7-22

  • Summer rain

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    in fading light on our front porch sit…read Thomas Hardy’s poems while rain drums tympany on the roof of my regrets 7-11-25

  • Up early

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    4 am, up early, I have things to do before I drive a friend to breakfast, help him get in an out of his wheelchair so he may see old friends, visit old haunts and see the waitresses he used to flirt with and who flirted back. I wish I could do more; I wish…

  • once upon a time

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    He knew she knew that he knew they both knew They were wanting and willing So he left Because he knew He was not capable of love …just yet and he did not want to be Unfaithful to fairytales and myths of love He carried in his head and he did not want to wake…