cute doggy – December 3

12.3.2016

cute doggy

suddenly nips

at mine.

 

oh he never

does that

he’s such a dear.

 

yeah, lady

right.

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nighttime agita – December 6

12.6.2016

nighttime agita

wakening stare

ceiling gaze with

no respite

unease

 

daytime unresolution

gnawing at the soul.

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step back, don’t hack

call the times

back

into sack.

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broken people speak – December 1

12.1.2016

broken people speak

and tell their truth

that the rest of

us are not

nice

 

while we listen and

nod and hope

that we are

actually

awake.

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grateful – November 30

11.30.2016

grateful at day’s

end,

 

appreciative of

opportunities

to be kind to be

helpful

to reach out to

a friend,

 

grateful for a life

that’s given me

chance after chance

 

to get it right when

my first shot wasn’t.

 

grateful, for the style

of Jesus’ life.

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early morning grace – November 25

11.25.2016

early morning darkness

 

pinpoints of grace

in my sky.

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promised – November 23

11.23.2016

blue denim shirt and

jeans, navy guy

school janitor

thin, curley haired

hoped for hero

 

that I reached out

to when the big kids

threw my treasured

blue plastic automatic

pistol up onto the school

roof over my kinder

garten class

 

and I went to him and

asked him to get it

down. and he said that

he would, if I was a good

boy and helped him with

the summer yard work

 

and so every day I

showed up in my

best little boy first

grade shorts and jersey

shirt to pick up

stuff and rake as

best I could and

help with the grass

 

and then I came for

my beloved blue

plastic gun and

he told me that oh

he had cleaned

everything off the

roof and thrown it

down to the kids

below

 

and I said how could

you. you promised

and I did everything

you asked me to

and… you promised

 

and we never

talked again. and

I didn’t understand

but he always looked

away after when I

came by.

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audition – November 22

11.17.2016

he was angry the

first time he

came with his

small son and

a big chip on his

shoulder.

 

an angry dad, mid

divorce, ticked at the

women who might

turn him away.

 

and his son got

a part, small but

in the play

and so did dad

grumping all the

way

 

until they got on

stage together

and the son

got on stage again

in a bigger part

and dad’s anger

whist away in the

wonder and pride

 

of how he’d helped

his son.

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