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Early in October

A neighbor’s light was on at 4 a.m.,but I stayed in my sheets till nearly 6.An hour later there’s a diademof lampshine from above her, that predictsthe students there are readying to mixwith others in a Monday college class.But still … Continue reading

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Another Breach

The card expired 15 years ago.I kept it in a box of useless stuffthat someone stole. And little did I knowthe issuer was loose. There was enoughID to activate the old accountand get a new card mailed to an addressnot … 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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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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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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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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Insensitive

The sympathy’s appreciated. Butit leads me to believe I ought to feelmore grief and insecurity at whatoccurred last week. The violation’s real,yet I’m serene in cranium and gut;this thievery’s a petty kind of deal.A mess suggests whoever played a partwas … Continue reading

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Retaking Monday

The violation must have taken placeon Friday over night, while I was goneto children and their children, to embraceyoung torsos and the games they’re doting on.The Sunday morning mess and loss, at dawndiscovered, brought denial, then dismay,but not for long. … Continue reading

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The Mess

Arriving home, the first clue was the gate,but maybe neighbor Sally missed the latchwhen she replaced the nozzle we both hate.The second oddity I didn’t catchuntil I glanced outside at half past eight –my laundry door ajar that gaped a … Continue reading

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The Silence Keep

The structure that they’re building to the eastof me, has now attained the framing stage.The concrete work is done. The noise decreased,and two-by-fours are starting to assuagemy zeal for future privacy – at least,I see few window spaces in the … Continue reading

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