9.1.2016
chocolate deep fried
happiness on a
stick
fork me over with
a lemon scented
shandy
and set me home
ward from the
Fair
foods and family
corn-fed Minnesota
girls
wrapped up in a
pronto pup
newsy
day of joy.
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9.1.2016
chocolate deep fried
happiness on a
stick
fork me over with
a lemon scented
shandy
and set me home
ward from the
Fair
foods and family
corn-fed Minnesota
girls
wrapped up in a
pronto pup
newsy
day of joy.
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8.27.2016
lemon pulp vessels
burst
sweet tart droplets
fill
delight, cake, zest,
with wonder.
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8.26.2016
nightime prayers
Lord remember me
and all those I
love, hate, need
despise.
send your love
hold us all
even when
especially
we don’t deserve
it.
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8.25.2016
the surgical light
gazes down while the
man out of sight adjusts
the tube in your arm
voices sound like
they’re in the next
room or maybe
a dream moment
except it’s your love
leaning over saying
hi honey
and in between
in between
an eyeblink.
see you darling,
see you in the
morning.
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8.23.2016
walking with my eyes
closed down along
my well known
stones
one foot, next foot,
step right left foot
down my street
of dreams
where oh where
the time goes
past
maybe next I’ll
see it cast
on the walk that’s
never past
down my street
of dreams.
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8.22.2016
house repairs
fast and furious
as if it knew
that tuition payments
had ended.
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8.21.2016
a voice on the phone
says hello I have
your results
all is normal
all is well, benign
no change
a weight disappears
that I thought
was only
a figure of speech.
literal lift, lightness
of shoulders
neck, arms
remarkable.
I thought it was
only words
like
new life.
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8.16.2016
tests and questions,
forms and dots
little circles to
fill in while you
wait for procedures
the person next to
me is what matters
the rest is smoke
and mirrors.
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8.15.2016
they spelled our
names wrong
again
email, twitter, face
book et al
how will we live
with our electronic
worlds done wrong.
one foot in front
of the other
with real live
people.
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8.11.2016
all we go down to
the dust
yet even at the
grave
we make our song
Alleluia, Alleluia
Alleluia.
a plain plastic box
holds her remains
but not her soul
we spoke and prayed
the words for her today
and for us.
we all go down,
but singing
along the way.
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