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Flowers


IMG_0577Dependent, and dependable,

a woman pushing another,

the burden of infirmity shared.

Wheels spin as we parallel

on the otherwise empty pavement.

One twin above the other,

like sunflowers, on the same stalk,

They turn to look at me and offer

the sincerity of unforced smiles,

positive comments, and hopes

that I have a very good day,

I mean it when I wish them the same.

Short but memorable encounter,

for as I continue on my way,

it can’t be coincidental that

My own petals have begun to unfurl.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Didn’t Sound Like Love


IMG_1843A nocturnal screech assaulted
the neighborhood and roused my
sympathy for a female feline
at the mercy of a heated tom.

While sipping my herbal tea, and
watching a late, late show, I could
not help hearing nature take its
course beneath my window.

The deed seemed done but still
I wondered just where those cats
came from, who had let them roam,
and why my dog lay unconcerned.

 

Freedom


IMG_1498.jpg We exited
off the freeway
to wind around
country boulders.

Off-road-shoulder
placards expressed
state of rural
independence:

“Deer may cross”
“Rocks may slide”
“May flood when it rains”
“Horseback riding allowed”

 

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Paradox


bird fight.jpgThe tidy deserve
messy comforts and
grateful expressions.

The fierce admire
tough challenges that
suspend all chuckles.

The clumsy amble
irked by bright glimmer
spangled in their eyes.

The deceived complain
and exaggerate
great astonishment.

The fleet and versatile,
by coincidence,
perform and delight.

Hangings


Warp of rosy ribbons
weft of thorny dread
soft and roughly twined
erratic tapestries
I weave within my mind

At the window I view
looms of crowning limbs
and undulating leaves
where wefting windy ropes
cross warps of silken breeze

Weather at last eases
bindings cut and gone
standing free garden tree
once again embroiders
tranquil greenery

Memorial Day 2012


Usually read the newspaper fast,

normally skim through bad news,

linger on comics and puzzles.

But  this Memorial Day,

I got caught up in flashed photos

and stories beneath the headlines.

 ———-

Cemetery expanded,

Marines need more burial space.

Veteran’s wrinkled salute,

 WWII medals on his lapel.

American flags, in uniform lines,

decorate grave-white tombstones.

———-

Counted among dead this year,

three local high school graduates:

2001, 05, 08,

futures buried in San Diego.

Two-hundred came to commemorate

latest “garden of heroes.”

———-

Column inched down the front-page

reporting “Syria denies killing…”

108 civilians,

including 49 children.

I turned the page and saw a floor

lined white with shrouded bodies.

———-

The Jumble today was easy,

a military-themed play on words.

Blondie served spinach to sailor

Popeye. I revived a potted tomato.

Hope I can keep it alive.  The sky looks

blue. Later Jim will fire up our barbecue.

Getting Ahead of Herself



Fearing she might miss her cue,

Kate got born before date due.

Then, for school,  job or party

Kate hated to be tardy.
———-

She saved up and bought a farm,

bred roosters for loud alarm.

At the sound of first crowing,

right away Kate got going.
———–

 Aged to an older girly,

still wanted to be early.

To a senior home Kate went

though somewhat young to be sent.
———-

Kate died before predicted,

unhappily conflicted,

knowing that it was her fate

to be, ever after, late.

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