yard work – October 22

10.22.2014

muscles slightly sore

eyes shining bright,

yard work

a good day.

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vulnerable unknowing – October 19

10.19.2014

a storm comes through,

a tower a thousand

miles away goes dark,

the airplane

stops.

 

someone gets sick

someone several

thousand miles

away dies,

we freeze

terrified.

 

the electric is out

in the morning for

reasons we cannot

quite find, but we

are at the wrong end

of it. and alone.

 

we thought we were safe,

the woods and dark

spookies put to flight.

the new complexity

now chokes us

 

survivors no more.

just lucky and not

knowing

that safety left the

field, long ago.

yesterday.

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road warrior harries – October 17

10.17.2014

exhausted nerves

airport veterans flee

to rooms, hotels,

booking desks

for any version

of

get me out of here.

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gone – October 9

10.9.2014

I turned around

and they were gone

 

as if snatched in

the rapture

 

and only we

the depraved

were left

 

feeling hollow.

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friends stories – October 7

10.7.2014

friends, stories.

gathered to share

in each other’s

sphere.

 

lives facing.

ends, turns,

moments

with calm.

 

children who’ve

died. lives gone,

partners missed.

parents.

 

time ordered by

hopes lived,

toughed through,

upheld

 

by friends stories

wayward paths

across far years,

close.

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10.4.2014

he built his own

castle, over a

three billy goats

gruff bridge to

a moat towered

home

 

his grandaddy’s

Gettysburg bayonet

hanging from a rafter, the

only gun in the house

where he measures

wind and water to

millimeters of history

for his art.

 

a joy lives there, fanciful

detail, historic caring

vibrance.

 

why he is he, and we

merely dabble.

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airport empty – October 3

10.3.2014

airport empty, acres of

polished granite, voices

echoing through

spaces designed for

masses

 

lonely sparse, blank

in between at the

baggage claim

waiting, waiting

waiting for something

to turn

 

overlapping disks for

movement while hope

rises anxious.

 

when

will my home life

come.

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