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Farewell, Dear Friend
Here we are In the middle of the Eastern Atlantic Halfway between Boston and Florida Beaches, prayers, bicycles, teenage antics Friends for half a life It’s been awesome, nothing short of nice. Virginia. Norfolk. Ocean View. Here’s a reflection on the state of me and you It looks a bit like a final summer sunset
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Mushrooms
My love for you is like those mushrooms Affection in full color, devotion in full bloom Taking over the neighborhood And to the disc golf course Far beyond where it should Little orange saucers on stools Taking over, in full force Soft white caps in a collection A bunch of bundles in a field Amber,
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Watermelon
I know how you feel, watermelon You’ve been pushed to the back of the store Because you’re no longer sellin’ No one wants you anymore You’ve been supplanted by pumpkins and gourds Isn’t that something A lush, refreshing fruit replaced by a squash that has no natural spice Watermelon: no one carves you with a
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When I Was 22
Maybe this is what they were talking about That young face, a head of hair without gray An all-too-peppy personality that makes ya doubt The people who criticized me come into my frontal lobe And for some reason I feel it’s up to me to make her know If I were watching a movie of
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Healing Waves
My dog is my favorite person He’s got my back when I’m hurtin’ We ventured to the beach this morning On the verge of summer adjourning It was so windy and the waves were choppy My pup’s coat was floppy But the sea is what we went for I plopped open my wetsuit Climbed in
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My Mystery
You are a mystery You have a unique ministry I’m glad you’ve been here my whole life Your quietness is not negligence Your every word is like a wrench – in the best way Your laughter means everything is okay And the way you never complain Your one serving of ice cream every night The
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Mansions
Mansions on the beach Just a little bit of dunes between the ocean and the living room We admired the houses from below, from the public walkway through the private property But something struck us as an oddity On a beautiful September Sunday There wasn’t a single person on a balcony No one in their
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The Sad Sunflower
There’s a sad sunflower in my front yard It’s a subtle reminder that life is hard That all things are a season That soon it’ll be freezin’ That sunflower droops like a 90-year old’s arthritic neck It’s a reminder that gravity yearns Of what to expect That to the dust we’ll all return That sunflower’s
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The Law of the Road
Are you tired of looking at my ponytail Can you see it from your lofty sails Or do you see me at all The passenger in front of your glass wall Two, that is: your cell phone and your windshield It seems nothing really makes you yield Orange cones and signs for school zones Aren’t
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