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Dry Winter

I can’t control the weather or the sea.I’m powerless to stop the viral spread.My loved ones act like they’re ignoring me,so self-esteem is found in my own head.I’m old enough I don’t bemoan. Instead,accepting drought and doom, I damp my … Continue reading

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Spring Cleaning

It’s usually the fall that triggers meto start a project or to modify,but I am springing now – I want to beengaged, outside, among. I long to trymy feet again, at urban liberty.For now, I aim to clean this place, … Continue reading

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To Market

The lights are on across the yard again,illuminating nothing for no eyes,as careless stagers try to merchandise. Accessorizing and arranging whento open house, installing clean disguise,the lights are on across the yard again,illuminating nothing for no eyes. The seats where … Continue reading

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Real Estate

The place across the yard’s for sale,so now it’s looking fresh and clean.It’s staged to view and should be seenby someone seeking smaller scale. New paint, no dust, precise detail:the seller sees what could have been.The place across the yard’s … Continue reading

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Benched

A bench in the sunon a spring afternoon …molested by noneI’ll be leaving here soon,which makes every minuteluxurious time,and moves me while in itto doodle this rhyme.

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Laundry

There’s something cool about fresh-laundered sheets,especially when sleepwear gets washed too.Then add a long hot bath, which when completeis followed by a shower and shampoo.The glad result will come when day is through:I’ll sleep as clean as honesty withinorganic cotton … Continue reading

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Use It or Lose It

The dentist asked me how I’d travel home.“I walk.” “Up Market Street?” He looked aghast.But I’ve been walking all my life. I roamthe streets to work or shop. My pace is fastand purposeful – I look and use my ears,and … Continue reading

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Returning

Precious to returnhome, no matter the reasonfor time spent away.

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Sez Me

Deciding that I’ll make a holidayfor solo me today, I didn’t pushto exercise or chores. I started playinstead of work, and took my coffee strong.I even put my bathing on delay.I focused on uncovering my whims –I’m thinking I will … Continue reading

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Shared Bin Complaint

It’s difficult to share a garbage bin –inhabitants each have disposal views.Whenever someone vacates or moves in,they tend to cram and otherwise abusethe needs of other residents. And worsethan what is meant for landfill, is the stuffthat occupies recycle bins … Continue reading

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