Category Archives: Neighborhood

Up Garber

I hurt my foot and backed off walking much.I missed it, but my age I don’t forget.Now after several weeks I’m back in touchwith stamina – I know I’m not dead yet.I’m lengthening my effort lately, suchthat I decided yesterday, … Continue reading

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Some Loveliness

A little stale becomes my poetryif I too often write that senses pale,and how fatigue retards my energy:a little stale. It isn’t news that sinews start to failthis many years beyond maturity.There’s rarely fuel or wisdom mined from “ail.” On … Continue reading

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A Gentle No

Encountering a canvasser outsidemy neighbor’s door, a woman tall and old,who offered talk and postcard, I repliedwith “No” and gently said I’d not withholdthat card from the recycle bin. “I’m friedfor now with politics, my stress controlledby abstinence. I’ll re-engage … Continue reading

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The Compliment

She called me “stalwart,” and the complimentremained in mind as I walked home with food.Behind me in the checkout line, she sentthe syllables at me and tipped my mood.She seemed my age, and neither weak nor bent.Her query “Are you … Continue reading

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Synchrony

I bought my cottage 18 years ago.I fancied its seclusion and the site –it nestles in a corner and there growout front varieties of green delight.There’s peace and quiet here till recently.The boundaries by which my place is tuckednow sport … Continue reading

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On Broadway

An ordinary Tuesday afternoonexcept for an appointment down the street,I walked six blocks, arrived a little soonand then sat down with whom I chose to meet.Our business took an hour to complete.I thanked the banker and reversed my stroll.The ambience … Continue reading

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Somebody’s Dogwood

If I had space, I’d plant a dogwood treewhere lemons fail to grow, outside my place.Its leaves and blooms would please abundantly,if I had space. But there’s no room for new roots to embrace,and adding shade would block good light … Continue reading

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Slats

I’m heartened to perceive the window blindsinstalled in the adjacent residence.I had no will to disapprove these kindsof added housing units – they make sensein metro areas where meet the mindsand bodies who agree to dwelling dense.But having to my … Continue reading

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Near Home

Meandering through campus on my wayto BART to Muni to the neighborhoodI visit twice a week, I shot a rayof sun on water wending in the wood;I photographed for keeping its display.I’ve passed this spot and always found it goodfor … Continue reading

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Reuse

There used to stand a sort of body shop,a DIY affair three blocks from me,with little signs of life that seemed to stopfour years ago or so. Activitydid not resume before For Sale appeared.And then the Notices announced a plannedconstruction … Continue reading

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