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Twice Glad

A recent heat wave everywhere but hererecalls to me how much I love this spot.Appreciating coastal atmosphereI relish mild air that’s rarely hot.Another benefit I near forgotis how the inside light here changes phase.My place is bright each morning, but … Continue reading

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Loose Ends

I’m at loose ends today, and it feels greatnot knowing where my stamina extends.I listen to a prompt to meditate.I’m at loose ends. The kids away, I have spare time that bendsaround my healing arm, my foot, all freight.Discarding every … Continue reading

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Walllove

Infatuated with a wall,my admiration grew to love.I bought the right to see it allmy days, and though I look aboveat ceiling lines that I adore,and out through glass at quiet green,and underfoot at oaken floor,this wall is still my … Continue reading

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Density

Until a day ago, my view was brickoutside my office shed. For 16 yearsI looked at blocks and mortar inches thickwhen typing at my keyboard. What appearstoday is temporary, planks of wood,for some landowner in the neighborhoodis tearing down to … Continue reading

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A Blue Light Glows

A blue light glows I never saw before,although I pay attention to what showson every inch of ceiling, wall and floor –a blue light glows. I can’t assume it’s new. I don’t supposea range hood can evolve or mutate – … Continue reading

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Two-Toned

Gaslighting me, this Spring the trellis hostswisteria of white, where purple bloomedthree years ago. They dangle like the ghostsof plants I bought from experts who assumedthe petals would be lilac on my postsand lattices. But this is white-costumed.Although the blossoms … Continue reading

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Meters (2)

Professional, with decades on the job,the contractor described himself to me.I overlooked him looking like a sloband took him at his word, initially.But when he turned to gas utility,he didn’t know that mine was piped exempt.I had to after-teach to … Continue reading

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Living with No Earthquake Valve

My cottage sits behind a shingled boxthat holds four separate units. They all sharea gas line but my own’s alone. When shocksfrom work around their basement (to repairthe drainage) caused the earthquake valve to trip,I understood why heaters didn’t flame,why … Continue reading

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A Soft Spot

A week ago, while reading in my chair,the vernal sunshine beckoned me to startthe ceiling fan, and open to warm airthe door of glass beside me. Looking downI noticed withered bugs or dust motes there.I took a cloth and swept … Continue reading

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Monday Mine

A friend suggested lunch and I agreed.We settled on a Monday meal, althoughI love to spend that day at home, to readand write and edit, talking to myselfas much as I require, want or need.On Sunday late the email hit … Continue reading

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