Category: Poem
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Weekend Intensity
“Ooooo. Ooo.” You scute over on the couch The sheet touches my toe and I say ouch We can barely hold our phones It hurts to type But we readily agree it’s worth the hype To run fast To lift heavy To climb the walls To hold a yoga pose steadily To float in the…
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East Beach
It’s where we go to gallivant On a Wednesday morning when others can’t Me and my dog hop in the 2012 Honda Civic Who knew a $7000 car could be so terrific? We travel east on the main street I opt for the back way Windows down The can of sunscreen rattles in the cup-holder…
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My Resignation
Sometimes I fantasize about my resignation letter I think of all the ways – without my job – my life could be better No more prescribing Ozempic While the patient asking for it sits there drinking soda Or signing a handicap placard form for the millionth time – for someone who desperately needs a walk …
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The Garden Nursery
There’s a lovely little garden in my front lawn In the evening it’s mystical Me and my pup sit out there at sunset – it’s typical Billy weaves in and out of the beds bare-pawed We take the nature in: the sunflowers, the wrens, the grapes, the cicadas and all Sometimes I just stare out …
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Jammin’
I was running past the strawberries What do you know, there were some purples grapes on the vine as well Lightning bugs floated about like fairies I decided to cut through the trees and across the park I was trying to get home before dark I could hear a boombox playing I smelled burgers and…
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Tourists on My Beach
I drive the end of the strip Me and my pup want to see the end of it On a holiday Friday afternoon Where all the people in my hometown are new Tourists dot the beach like seaweed after a storm I was thinking I’m glad this isn’t the norm On the Fourth of July…
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Pink
The crepe myrtles are in their prime I wonder if they ponder their limited time Those popping pink blossoms were just buds yesterday They flourish among the green leaves of the branches I watch them sway The background is a light blue sky With puffy white-gray clouds You know these poems are just me thinking…
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The Calendar Cactus
I stood in the kitchen and flipped the calendar Wondering which phone call, which conversation, will be the last? I’m not sure June has passed Like high school Like my wedding day All times I thought would never come Now gone like January’s flurries Just like my 20s and half of my 30s There’s a…
