Stopping for a whiz on a snowy evening – January 15

1.15.2017 Stopping for a whiz on a snowy evening
Whose woods are these I think
I know,
the owner’s not looking
so I can go
My masters brought a plastic
bag
I drop my tail and give
a wag
I let my haunches spread an
squat
and through the air
I send a plop.
The only sound’s the
soften drop of
bottom’s feed
into the spot
the woods are
lovely dark and deep
but I have home to
go and sleep
to spread my paws
upon the rug
and dream of days
and nights
so snug.
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with many apologies to Robert Frost

 

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alzheimer’s – January 9

1.9.2017

a bright face

wrestling with

the wrath

 

of mind cells

going of life

loves passing

 

of bodily distancing

and medical

monitoring

 

and the loss of

knowing

 

if God still

loves him.

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contenda – January 13

1.13.2017

he hits the bag

full on

tall white haired

brahmin

with the just

right speed

gloves

 

as if he

could’ve

been a

contenda

 

if anyone had

noticed.

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twelfth night – January 8

12.8.2017

the tree is beautiful

glittering in the

night like dreams

of what I once

wished for

 

lights reflecting

in the window

behind making

fairy tales true

and the loves

of my life

ever present

 

a christmas that I

longed for as a

child before I even

knew that it could be

so

 

with the family gathered

and then gone

and the tree still

present

lighting the guideway

to my star.

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applestore – January 7

1.7.2017

computer haven

analogic

wasteland

 

digital destiny

cube cleaned

free

 

life set loose

for cool

sterility.

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rear-ender – January 5

1.5.2107

The car hits.

shock to the

systems

 

what am I

feeling

where did my

brain go.

fuzzy vistas.

 

a result or

just more of

the usual at

my age.

 

when we have

alzheimers,

how the heck

will we know.

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flows – January 3

1.3.2017

the locker room

overflows

with good intentions

 

until February

when they flow

out.

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