6.29.2016
highways closed,
following siri
in quick panic
through streets
never imagined
until voila
there.
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6.29.2016
highways closed,
following siri
in quick panic
through streets
never imagined
until voila
there.
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6.28.2106
stomach tight
helpless fright
stress and
terror flail
the night
burdens weigh
darken day,
please send
grace to tend
our way.
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6.27.2016
saturday afternoon rain
straight rows off the
overhang
while we sit safe
in our cave on
the porch
like our ancestors who
looked out from
under
stone outcroppings
and gave thanks
for both
the cover
and the
blessings.
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6.26.2016
toad surprises
hopping out
from under
a tuft
that hid him
from the blades.
thank God.
take that and die.
I squeeze the lever
on the roundup
bottle.
buckthorn, my
sweetie snarls,
take that and
die.
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5.29
6.24.2106
sextuplet marriage.
it’s all just
flavors of
ice cream.
really.
I thought we had
a good thing
going
when we could
make it work
with that just
one
other.
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6.20,2016
the anxiety of grown
children
so many choices to
make and you
have to
step
away.
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6.19.2016
we sit in adirondacks
on the front lawn
throwbacks
to when there was
no internet or telly
or ac.
a place to look out
across our garden
to where the overhead
canopy melds
into the street
and flows down
out of sight.
friends sit with us there
and talk, sharing
a glass, blessedly free
of the electronic
whirlwind.
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6.19.2016
the lilac smell is sweet
close up to my
nostrils as I raise
on tiptoe to
their aroma
it’s a dark night
the street empty
but for my love
and I out to
gaze after nothing
we enjoy the crickets
then my eyes fill
with tears.
we guys so often
just do one thing
after another
not noticing that
things have come
to an end
like a son moving
out.
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6.17.2016
the doctor walks
out to the lobby
patients wait for
his wisdom
which he knows
is less than
they wish.
how do we find
hope when
the body has taken
a left turn
the heart has
hooked open
the bowels
closed
the head
banging.
the doctor walks
out to the lobby
where they will all
ask him
to fix it.
prayer and a reach
of skill
are all
that will get him
through.
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6.14.2016
three, four, small
white sails move
behind mother and
dad.
the trumpeters
are back, and behind
between them
cygnets paddle
into growth while
their folks cover them
from prying eyes,
ours.
they are aware,
we become aware,
of us as we walk
the pond shore
striving to put themselves
between us and their
young
like parents
everywhere.
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