Archive for January, 2017
January 29, 2017
Four hundred folks at/
a singles dance. Me? I wrote,/
cooked for Mom, talked, prayed.
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January 28, 2017
Robins are a sure/
sign of spring, but I’ve never/
seen them flock before.
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January 28, 2017
Many times I walk fast.
A few times, I run.
But mostly I just saunter,
because observing is such fun.
And I see more.
For sure.
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January 27, 2017
Downtrodden*, I went/
To His House. “You have a job”/
He said. I feel good.
OR
*Sad, post work, I went/
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January 26, 2017
I didn’t thank her/
for the cool bag. That doesn’t/
mean I’m ungrateful.

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January 26, 2017
All of us/
on the afternoon #45 bus/
shook our heads/
in disgust/
or rolled our eyes/
or grimaced/
as we tried/
to avoid face-to-face/
with the disheveled/
probably homeless/
man who rocked out/
to tunes/
on his iPhone,/
loud,/
obnoxious/
swearing.
All of us,/
that is,/
but the sun-tanned/
young woman/
who was just/
coming home from work/
at Smith’s/
or some other grocery store/
neatly uniformed, /
smiling,/
and, /
(as she revealed later,)
heading to her halfway house,/
to her recovery place./
She simply smiled/
at the man,/
and pointed at her ears./
(At last!/
Someone is going to/
say something!)
But, /
when he said “WHAT!?!”,/
she reached into her backpack,/
and handed him,/
gifted him,/
a pair of earphones.
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January 25, 2017
Would people find it/
strange if I made snow angels /
on the temple grounds?

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January 19, 2017
Oh!
I so
wanna flirt.
Will it hurt
if I do
with you?
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January 19, 2017
Some feared darkness may/
come down upon us. Then I /
heard me some harp blues.

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January 19, 2017
She came,
recovered,/
referred,
not certain of what/
she’d find.
I’ll soon learn.
She only wanted
water,
but got talked
into/
a half-price orange
cinnamon roll.
“Cheap!”
she exclaimed, hearing
“A dollar eight cents”.
And I wondered
if she was enthused
by a good deal,
or ridiculing
her first date’s
frugality.
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