Author Archives: sputterpub

Tuesday Travel

I walked one way. It took me near an hour.And then I rode two buses to return.The walking gave reminder of my power,and from the bus rides I found things to learn.My body still has strength. My heart can laugh.I … Continue reading →

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Umbrella

I bought a new umbrella yesterday.I left the old one in a restaurant.(The rain had stopped – I took it anyway –I walk, and tote whatever I may want.)Selecting portable, and cabernetin hue, although my style’s nonchalant,I wondered why so … Continue reading →

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Friendly Vandalism

We all agree the yard must be redone.At first held hostage by a crazy crone,at last the county moved her. Everyoneremaining knew the hedge would have to go.I thought we pulled the trigger on that gun.But I got home the … Continue reading →

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Above Stores and Behind Stars

I’ve walked this neighborhood so many years,I’ve memorized the look of every place.I gaze instead sometimes at what appearsabove each independent retail space.I note what must be offices or flats.Apartments and compartments tantalizeimagination – urban habitatsand crooked shades revealing stored … Continue reading →

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Feeling Unredundant

Five years ago I took on childcare,commuting twice a week to spend the dayswith grandson #4. I didn’t sparemy back the work, but it was mighty niceto leave the desk and breathe in baby air.In time, the virus came – … Continue reading →

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Reverse Rivalry

Anticipating rivalry, we paidattention to the older sibling’s need.We lavished love on baby, but we madea ton of time for four years old, indeed.We answered every query and we played.His sweetness helped our efforts to succeed.We never dreamed, at five … Continue reading →

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Immigrant

A white rose that I know I didn’t plantemerged outside my kitchen recently.I don’t choose roses – me they don’t enchant,though I regard this garden decently.I’m not a fan of foliage like theirs,and I’d prefer to live without the thorns,but … Continue reading →

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Like a Set

In 1944, when it was made,the owner was permitted to constructa cottage in the yard, on level grade,and in the northeast corner it was tuckedagainst two boundaries, beneath the shadeof trees and vines, rough-cornered and good-lucked.It’s like a set for … Continue reading →

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Nice Neighbor Noise

I opt to walk and dislike windy storm,so I elect to dwell without a view.I hunker in a garden, shaded, warm,but miss eclipse and pyrotechnics, too.And walkable means density. It’s true:diversity my neighborhood enjoys.So I can spy and eavesdrop on … Continue reading →

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If You Were Organized

If you were organized, you would have guessedthe closest are the favorites, realizedwhen I said “help yourself,” not to my best!If you were organized… You grabbed the first you found. I was surprised.If I were you I’d choose among the … Continue reading →

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