Might-a-Beens

I thought I tucked my phone back in my bag.
I crossed the street and then I heard a thunk.
It’s luck I turned. It would have been a drag
to miss that phone on sidewalk. I’d be sunk
if I wore earbuds, or a part had cracked
three steps before on roadway. Then last night,
I moved too fast at home, and it’s a fact
that foot slam on hard furniture’d be quite
an injury. But seldom as I’m shod
inside, I happened to be feeling cold,
so maybe wearing slippers wasn’t odd,
but I was fur-encased and rubber-soled.

As often as I note things gone amiss,
I’ll spend a moment now in grateful bliss.

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Some Minutes Before Sunrise

Inspired by the outside solar light,
still on at 5 am, amid tall weeds,
and knowing I’d the cart to haul, despite
agreement with the neighbors, what succeeds
is topping off the compost bin with seeds
and stems and leaves of rangy volunteers,
and wheeling to the curb as much as needs
removal now, before the sun appears.

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Home Sweet

Perhaps it’s that I push myself when out,
eschewing bus to walk in weighted vest,
indulging family, but there’s no doubt
the place I long to be, the chosen best,
is in my little house, where I’m undressed
and solitary, working on a poem,
reclining, reading, resting, and unstressed:
I’m always happiest when heading home.

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Customer Disservice

They charged my card before they shipped to me
the earrings they’d expected in two days,
and then deferred receipt, apparently,
but never notified me so. Their ways
have worsened. Though I waited patiently,
I had to call for status (and repays).
Five years ago the vendor had some style,
but now their custom’s edging into vile.

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Dereliction

There used to be a skating rink downtown,
and industry on what would be our Main
Street if no one had named it for renown
historical, which now has no refrain.
There used to be some vibrancy, but brown
and gray are waxing as the pigments wane.
The avenue’s a microcosmic ill,
betokening a broader lack of will.

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Tower

At nearly 3 pm, as one can see,
I aimed my vision heavenward, because
on ground were graduates and family,
and further out was myriad with flaws
of government and personality,
of characters without a moral clause.
Immediate appeared to me a wreck,
so I looked up while cradling my neck.

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The Annual Eye Exam

To meditation I directed me
the morning that I had to leave by 9.
I skipped the bike and set myself to be
an early walker, opting to assign
a meditation for humility.
And knowing I’d spend quite a chunk of time
awaiting eye dilation, I could see
no other use for dimness and a chair
than conscious breathing while I’m sitting there.

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Nine Minute Wait

Nine minutes till the bus is due, to pick
me up and help me tote the groceries.
I have my phone of course – I now equip
my travels with it for emergencies.
But I’ve scant use for its amenities.
I watch the kids and wonder why they do
(I peek – they flit in app-y quantities).
I’ll use mine to record this pleasant view.

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Early Errands

Two nights ago as I lay down to sleep,
I contemplated chores that I could do
the next day or the next, for each would keep –
immediate was no demand I knew.
Then rising early, I’d the mood for two
before my exercise, and then three more.
Without insistence now all jobs are through,
and I’ve a day ahead without a chore.

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Chew Chew

A train of thought has left the roundhouse now –
the pistons slowly push connecting rods
as someone reading journals ponders how
malfeasance rose so steadily, and nods,
connecting episodes. Did school allow,
by triggering contempt? What are the odds?
The train accelerates with fuel to burn,
but must take care to navigate this turn.

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