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Lost Luggage

The dream starred me and adult kids, awayby bus to train to plane to spend a weekspecifically in Paris. But the daywe left I left aboard a bag I’d seek,unable to retrieve without delay.I’d travel with a task undone and … Continue reading

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The Broken Lock

I thought I understood the ancient lockI have to twist to make the shed secure.Examining its guts, I tried to blocka stranger from invasion, to ensurethe safety of my stuff. So I took stockand keyed it closed, with satisfaction morethan … Continue reading

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Pre-Winter Dizain

It’s time to winterize my little home –I should have hired expertise, but failed.Today I’ll list the projects, in this poem,that need to be within near future nailed.Before the western windows are assailedby driving rain, I’ll putty and resealtheir outside … Continue reading

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Scrappiness

Among the things I try to have aroundme every day, are writing pads and ink(and toilet paper, avocado, grounddark coffee and home seltzer for my drink).Although I’ve reams to write on, I have foundI scribble on used paper. What to … Continue reading

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Routine Choices

Each morning as I pose on feet or kneesof late, I do routines for calming stress,reducing nervousness, creating ease,preventing panic, finding steadiness.I aim to smooth my verges with caressto edges of the facets of a gem.I’ll be okay – I’m … Continue reading

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Not Now

At times I get a run of easy dayswith little on my list of work to do,and nothing urgent nagging that defraysability to mellow, when the queueof items or concern no pain conveys –it pales to nothing for a day … Continue reading

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Driving to See Mom

“Have you had food this morning?” “Nothing yet,unless the 8-cup pot of coffee counts.”When you say “I can tell,” I am upseta bit – “I must be hyper,” I announce.But that is really query – did I pounceon you or … Continue reading

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Spat

Prepared to disagree with me again,it still annoys but doesn’t cause me grief.I gather facts and cogitate, and whenI speak you say that isn’t your belief,as if it’s faith that has to form your chiefposition. But I’ve seen you comprehendnear … Continue reading

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Small Irks

I won’t resent the recent clumsy actof some unthinking new co-resident,who hauled the bins that weren’t emptied back.I won’t resent. And though I’m told that my four neighbors meantto reimburse me promptly and exactfor common bills I paid, for all … Continue reading

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Prophylaxis

We had some heavy storms last winter here.I took on water under one deck door,and western window trim has softened wherethe rain hit sideways. Underneath my floorI think some puddling water pooled, and more –my eastern wall of brick was … Continue reading

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