2.6.2015
I was born into
a world where
fathers threw
their sons into
the deep end
to teach them
how to swim.
it is a terrible cruel
world and I can’t
always be there.
you need to learn
to survive
by yourself.
perhaps a love
born of war and
poverty and close
death, perhaps
simple meanness
bitterness passed
along.
your smile came into
my life and taught
generosity, grace,
giving. words of
the divine that I had
heard
but not known.
true light
in the darkness.
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2.5.2015
generosity is the gift
she taught me
in her arms
and opened
my heart to
forever.
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2.4.2015
the sandal fits
the curve of
the foot
that has rested
in it, strode
upon it,
settled
wax and fiber,
leather warm,
worn in to
comfort
by the passing
of time
and tread.
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2.3.2015
mister squirrel on
the window sill
the pouch of
his mouth
stuffed full
with a winter shell
saved up in barn
heaps ‘till now
when it is time
to reap the benefit
of his advanced
planning.
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1.29.2015
a bleak landscape
that has left behind
its faith
in the guise of
social
experiment.
no one recalls
Gamaliel’s
test
especially when
we’re failing
it.
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Irish tapestry greens,
reds, deep golds,
against a forest
wall
home of our homes
before we knew
that the old country
was lost
and so started again
across the sea.
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1.27.2015
swish from outside
deep throw and
easy lope
across court
a young man
on the verge
of his dreams.
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1.26.2105
caring for self
caring for others
caring because
caring’s what’s
needed.
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1.22.2015
ranks of steel drawers
hold secrets and
stashings
car titles, bond clips,
passports and
files
maybe some dollars
or euros for
fleeing
all behind lockings
and two keys
same name.
a picture, a doily,
laced letters,
mementoes
the sacraments of lives
past yet loved still,
always.
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