Author Archives: sputterpub

Exposure

We walked last night into our mother’s placeand saw her on the couch – she’s 96and usually upon her feet. Her facelooked pallid, tired. As we hugged and kissedher stooping over she announced a caseof Covid, in acquaintance from her … Continue reading

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What: We Worry?

The marks of age surprise me even now,when I’ve been senior over seven years.I’m startled every time I meet with howtoo readily I’m injured. Like my peersI’m quick to bruise and slow to mend. My browis corrugated just as worry … Continue reading

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Saying Goodbye to Cable

I’ve paid for cable TV 30 years,and all my life I’ve used a landline phone.And as for Comcast Internet, it nearsabout as long as cable in my home.It’s primitive, I know, but many peersare likewise habit- and nostalgia-prone.My son stepped … Continue reading

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Water Balloons

The question asked – What quantity of youis water? I expected it was much.But 61%? Turns out it’s true,of humans fully grown. A baby’s sucha budding creature, full of life and new,perfection-plump and cushiony to touch,she may be fluid 96%.(I … Continue reading

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An Oasis of Calm

I didn’t feel particularly stressedwhen I arrived. But she was still at nap,the house was neat, the other grownup dressedand leaving on an errand. I made lapwith book and water – of a sudden blessedin quiet solitude. I had a … Continue reading

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An Hour Early at an Early Hour

An hour early at my desk today,I published verse and started to compose.Awake at sunrise has become my way,but till this morning I inclined to newsand solitaire and puzzling to delaythe work of thought and exercise till 8.The early hour … Continue reading

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Unmoribund

At least 2 times a week I pass this tree,and I have worried that it might be dead.Well-shaped and large, it’s shown no greenerywhen all around are plants a-bud in bedor trellis-woven, fenced or blooming free.I’ve longed to see it … Continue reading

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Irrigation

I love the sound of winter rain.I’d love it August, May or June.But we don’t get that warm refrain,so I’ll enjoy the sprinklers’ tune.

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Coffee Again

It wasn’t the pot.It was some virus in me.Coffee tastes good now.

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Regard, Not Regret

I don’t blame you for giving me this cold.Apology’s unnecessary now.There’s rhinovirus prevalent as moldin darksome damp, and nobody knows howor why or when we sometimes will succumb.You’re not responsible, but if you say“I’m sorry” with a sympathetic tongueI’ll thank … Continue reading

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