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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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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1.3.2017
the locker room
overflows
with good intentions
until February
when they flow
out.
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12.31.2016
a mean little voice
sounds out,
so petty for someone
aspiring to an office
so high.
a tiny tinny
heart,
of a wounded
whining blubbering
boy.
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12.27.2016
stuff’s breaking
down more now
he said,
old cars
degrading
piece by piece
‘till you wonder
if or when the
motor’s gonna
go
and it’ll be no longer
worth putting
the money in
to fix ‘er up.
we’re talking
about cars now,
right?
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12.26.2016
christmas eve
with so many
gifties
when what we’re
all looking for
is just the
one.
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12.24.2016
In quiet moments a child
is born
into a world raging
with
confusion, fear,
and lines
of dread.
only a gift from
outside
can still the hearts
within.
Christmas 2016
Len Freeman
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12.20.2016
it’ll hurt like hell.
thanks doctor
I reply.
only five seconds
but it’ll hurt.
so I say go ahead
and grit
and while I wait for
it to get worse
it’s over.
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12.18.2016
a lying fallow afternoon,
nothing of import
to do but breathe
which should be
enough.
for dog whose
nose lies on the
floor
it is a full day’s
work
and cat seems
to have perfected
the art
at great ease.
I’m having
trouble
with it.
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12.15.2016
christmas village
china setting
house, school, church
standing inn and
fence, skaters and
choir, around a
wiring tree
and the remembrances
of places not really
past, yet
visioned in our
mind’s eye
as where we would
have wished
to have been.
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12.13.2016
snow blue in the
moonlight
sparkling disney
card brightness
as if unreal in
contrasts
of crisp blacks
and whites
so real
that eyes flare
and cheeks flex
in the grin of
sheer joy
the gift of being
alive to see and
breathe in
what dreams and
pictures are made
of.
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