Monthly Archives: September 2023

Diversion

I had to overhear the arguments –there wasn’t any room to get away.Disparity in their intelligencewas always large, but now the field of grayhas shrunk to black-&-white. Denied dismayin one promotes false attitude and naps.The other runs to growth and … Continue reading

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Rough Riding

I try to early-leave for every flight(less nervous if there should be a delay),and usually the train conveys me righton time, but there were rough events today.Police have something wrong to clear away,or so each PA syllable explains.I reached the … Continue reading

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Vibrations

I realized Tuesday as I walked to work,and planned to see police who had securedsome missing items, circumstances jerkme back and forth of late. I’ll grow inuredin time to what occurred, but I’m not curedas yet – the stimulation doesn’t … Continue reading

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My Name

I never felt my name was right for me,my parents’ choice too girly, and the last,acquired through a marriage that would bedissolved deservedly and somewhat fast,yet after naming kids and company.I bore it, but until events just passed,attempts to steal … Continue reading

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One More Lock

I froze my credit. I secured each door.I spoke to fraud departments and – oh wait!Although I see no evidence of moreintrusion, looking at the redwood gate,I note it isn’t latched the way I’m sureI left it last. I’m strengthening … Continue reading

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Before and During

Eight days before today, I wrote these words,expecting when it publishes I’ll beat table watching feeders ringed with birds,and interacting with a familyI fly to now with loving frequency –four days, five hundred miles in the air.I write expecting equanimity … Continue reading

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The Rabies Metaphor

I learned about a rabies incident –the victim of a mad dog didn’t getthe painful gut injections that preventthe hydrophobia that will besetand, odds are, take the life of who was bit.The doctors had to battle, one-by-one,each dire symptom as … Continue reading

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The Gift

Ungracious me, I’m sure I didn’t thankmy friend enough for giving me a purseI’d rather pick myself, if I am frank.For truth be told, my losses were no curse.It wasn’t hard to notify the bank.To find replacements I am not … Continue reading

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Summer Weather Report

My family in Oregon have friedthis summer, as the Northwest veers to warm.And East Coast relatives have all suppliedcomplaints of smoke and ash from firestorm.But here this year we’re comfortable outside.The weather has been mimicking our norm.The atmosphere is sick. … Continue reading

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10 Sneezes

The symptoms – evening time a clot of phlegm,and midnight dryness in my throat or nose.Then every day at nearly 8 a.m.I count 10 sneezes till the mucus flows.I wonder if I’m ill or should supposeI’m aging into local allergies.But … Continue reading

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