Saturday, May 12, 2018

Two “She’s”

Dog park 8 pm
all she wants to do is sniff
I plan my dinner


On Mother’s Day eve
I was in an antique store
full of things she loved*

*Literally. This store is closing after 72 years. Mom shopped there since I was a kid. Our home had numerous pieces that she  bought there. And the shop bought back many of them as well as other items of hers after we cleared out the family house. I have, in turn, bought a few back myself over the last few years. The store still has some, and who knows where they will go after it closes next month.

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Sunday, April 29, 2018

Sunday Afternoon

The colors taken—
lavender violet—what’s left
for wisteria?


I long for the nod
the generational wink
that says yeah it was


Is it still in me
on an unfamiliar trail
the power to shine

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Thursday, April 26, 2018

Two on Time

Eating lunch alone—
the best, have done it for years,
once was someone else


I talk to my plants
a thing from the '70s
but faith comes with age

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Saturday, April 14, 2018


“Think I can join you?”
half of a park bench open
iron arm between


Saturday, April 07, 2018

Two Spring Haiku

Cold clings to April
cloth chilled on a bed of ice
balm to unseen wound


A helicopter
gone before I’ve found a word
for the sky, for flight

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Memory and Ink

Memory and ink
secrets arms leg torso breath 
drawn close


Monday, March 19, 2018


Awaiting March snow
winter’s first real storm (or not) 
branches breathe in buds

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Thursday, March 15, 2018

Acceptance (Two Haiku)

All I can see now,
light glimpsed through slats of fence. 
No, all I can say.


Still: even so. Still:
after all this time. And still:
spring snow silent, still. 

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