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The Pigeon
I am that pigeon sitting on the power line Swaying back and forth Watching the clouds, watching the time Feeling the breeze from the south and the north It takes a lot of focus to balance I’m not sure that these ropes were made for talons Am I on the highest voltage line What if…
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The Window Movie
Looking out my living room window is better than watching a movie The sites and sounds, the action moves me Crepe myrtles line my lawn and the neighbors’ across the street And out the windows on the door, in the distance, I spot a very tall pine tree The scenes change Sometimes slow, sometimes fast…
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The Dangerous Road
There’s a lot of danger on the road But I couldn’t help it, I wanted to know How it’d feel to bike around – with the purpose of getting somewhere on time Turns out the road is full of thorns, broken glass, and nails One day when it was time to bike home, my rear…
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Running Review
The one-star Google review waded into my Saturday morning web surf time It put another check in the column of “out of my mind” I read it twice Thought about yesterday, how I thought I listened well and was nice If it hadn’t been Saturday, I would have felt the impending doom Something – I…
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Dinner
How many people made my dinner tonight I looked down at my plate It was bright And tasted great Two tannish crabcakes White cannellini bean and lentil salad with green parsley flakes Who grew all those beans Who put them in the can And the green capers in glass Where’d they come from What’s a…
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74
I asked the cashier, “What do you get a guy who’s turning 74? The guy’s got everything, he couldn’t want anything more” I said, “I guess I can’t go wrong with the arthritis cream” I put the small blue tube on the counter “Oh sure,” said the cashier, about 60 “It works for the firefighters…
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Mothers’ Flowers
On a pretty Sunday I drove past the cemetery Pondering how much sorrow a soul can carry Especially on Mother’s Day Somewhere someone loses their mom in a horrible way The paper will say so There were many cars parked on the side streets Among the tombstones and the crepe myrtle trees Flowers in their…
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It’s Gonna Rain
They tell me each morning, “It’s gonna rain” For two week straight What my co-workers say is all the same As I click, click, click my bike into work I unclip my helmet, listen to their remarks, and smirk One says, “Don’t get caught in the rain later” I put my lunch in the fridge…
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