dig, lift and turn – May 14

5.14.2017

dig lift and turn,

let the dirt fall

from our shovels

into the barrow.

 

the garden

emerges

from our struggle.

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dogwood petals – May 13

5.13.2017

dogwood petals paper

our path

as well as goose poop

underneath

 

all of it waste product

but some

more welcome.

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late evening quandry

5.12 .2017 (4.14)

warmth through the

muscles, a tightness

dancing through

eyelids heavy and

drooping

 

whatever happened

to youth, muscles, stray

thoughts of adventure

 

instead I stare through

railings at a lamp shade

distanced below and

the green leather chair

 

while the cat pulls herself

back under the table, rests

her chin on the floor and

breathes placidly

calmly.

 

because it is what she does

just live. while I imagine

that I have to do

something more than

just find my next meal

and not let the predators

get me.

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spring yard work – May 9

5.9.2017

soil, mulch, deep string

roots make up

the work

 

pacing, slow, steady

not rushed is

the flow

 

spring gardening opening

the body to another

step

 

 

with no have-to

deadline;

just an encounter

 

with the ground

and the ground of

oneself.

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High Sierra Hwy 89 – April 29

4.26.2017

the road drops

a thousand feet

on either side.

 

no matter.

 

after the first hundred

the rest

won’t matter.

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prayer – April 24

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4.24.2017

face on the pillow

cheeks marked

by the oxygen

line.

 

her eyes are down

barely open and

it scares

the hell out of

me

 

what happened to the

little girl, precious

diamond child,

at age forty three

years caught up.

 

you reach out

hug, kiss, wave

a hand across that

brow and say a

prayer for real.

 

really Father, God,

Blessed one, lay your

healing hands upon

this one.

 

whatever’s happened

help her to be whole

again.

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his chair gets up – April 20

4.20.2017

his chairs gets up

by itself

 

a button moves

him into

position

 

to rise, step, move

out for bodily

functions.

 

and yet his voice

is clear

 

his eye sharp

his listening

full and present,

 

inner strength

as the outer

fails.

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