9.27.2015
the moon turns bloody
red above our
back deck
and my wife and I
hold each other
breathing in
the sight.
we want to be in
that number
when the
sun
refuse
to shine.
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9.27.2015
the moon turns bloody
red above our
back deck
and my wife and I
hold each other
breathing in
the sight.
we want to be in
that number
when the
sun
refuse
to shine.
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9.26.2015
across the pond
their bodies so
entwined they
seem as one
the two trumpeters
nuzzle and dip
in their safe
solitude
comforting and tending
for one another
in nature’s redoubt.
watching, we walk
the path around
their pond refuge
hand in hand.
a mated pair.
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9.24.2015
purple crocheted
pullover cap
crowns the now
balded head,
the smile and
persona fully there.
old friend across
a room, daughters
on either side,
reminiscing about
kids and hopes and
possibilities
while the stark option
lies out present, it
does not oppress.
simply accepted, as
Francis would say,
sister death.
we all smile and chat
and enjoy one another
in the moment.
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9.23
O gracious light
Lord Jesus Christ
the words flow out
to sooth my soul
I hear your voice
in every chord
and whence it comes
I long to go.
From pains of body,
heart and soul,
from flaming fires
of hurt below
We hear the comfort
of your heart,
the washing rhymes
of grace bestowed.
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9.21.2015
two heads snug
together in the
water
oblivious of those
around
whispered wet
words, arms
around each other.
class dismissed
get a room
giggle, giggle
ain’t love grand.
yes it is.
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9.20.2015
Tired at night
long day of
family
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9.18.
that you have fled
the battlefield
is what you fear
in retirement.
and then comes
decency
in a smaller venue
a more proscribed
arena
and carrying on
the fight
the battle
the living
in the venues
that God provides
every
day.
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9.14.2015
we settled for
a tie
my son and
I
as if neither
of us needed
to win
if you can tie
your son
I said
you’re doing
well
if you can tie
your dad
he said
that’s big
we both walk
away Ok
and
grown up.
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9.10.2015
CS draws pictures
of innocence
in gardens un
burdened by us
before we lost
our sight
and saw only
dead rocks
and limited
vegetation lives.
can we still go
there
not only in
dreams
but solidly
firmly
alive.
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