The Real Sun
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At dinner Tati asks “Mom,
When will we get to see the REAL sun?”
And I have to clarify her meaning, and she is
Careful to explain for my slow brain
Not that plain orange ball floating
Up in … Read the rest “The Real Sun”
Category: Personal
The Grocery List
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My mind was a grocery list last night
Running through the pantry of
Missing items. Of those staples
Of self I do not have. If I
Take a job offered me (why bother)
I’ll just be the spoiled apple… Read the rest “The Grocery List”
The Wind Still Blows
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Good morning, again.
I’m still breathing. I’m still
Yours and still I’m unfixed
This Thursday in the middle of
The dregs of winter. Occasionally it
Occurs to me to believe that
This will be the best we get
And … Read the rest “The Wind Still Blows”
my body whispering- small stone
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my knee is swollen
twice normal. A week busy
taking care of
everyone else and
poo-pooing,
don’t hear
my body whispering.
Now, it being Sunday, the
relentless ache
turns me into
an exhausted heap of
terror.
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How Still – small stone
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How still the house
Can be without
My son home:
I hear pages turning,
Socks sliding on
The hardwood, the
Gurgle of the baseboard
Heaters. These and also
Impatient jangling of
Nerves at once relieved,
Then shuddering with the… Read the rest “How Still – small stone”