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Transformation
It’s in the photos from the weekend – we’re both going gray But it’s great to run through the Capital on a pretty spring day Contributing to our seniority: I see the next generation Onboard the train, four of them, like a small sorority I listen in on their conversation Just across the aisle A…
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Seaside Sleep
How strange is it that I have trouble sleeping Just like the main character in the book I’m reading I take my hot bath Try to wash away a long day’s wrath I sit on the side of the bed then recline I slip under the fuzzy maroon blanket The room is dark, the sheets…
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Seasonal Friends
Why are friendships like the seasons Childhood memories are like a cut that keeps bleeding I envision them like this morning But all the old places we occupied are now taken by younger people touring It seems that’s all anyone is – a tourist Just passing through Those girls on the high school track, the…
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Handsome Men in Movies
The other night I watched one of my favorite movies, a Disney movie from the early 90s, Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken. One of my favorite things about the movie is the main male character, Al. He’s actually good looking. It’s funny to me that in a lot of films, I don’t find the oh-so-attractive…
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Numbers
What’s it like to be a number To get pounded into the calculator To be tossed among waiters, talked about by haters Punched into spreadsheets and crunched into portfolios like thunder What’s it like to be a dollar sign I wonder To have your thoughts engulfed in every penny and dime No longer faces or…
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The Rain Forest
Today was one of those gloomy Mondays I see signs of spring A green lawn there, a yellow daffodil here I still have a feeling there’s still something off with most things Why does my heart race when my needs are met Why does my breathing quicken as if my soul forgets That salvation is…
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Puppy Shenanigans
It sounds like a faraway parade Or maybe a circus charade At midnight It kindles warmth in my heart instead of fright It’s the same sound after dinner No use in his trying to be a pretender Or me a tough gal He has to go out at night, he loves treats He’s my baby,…
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The Deposition
Work has been a little heavy on me this week. I survived that darn deposition on Wednesday morning. My heart was hammering away when I got there and when I got in my office. It didn’t help that when I had just walked in, through the break room, Tish was there, in her charming-but-slightly-overly-perky, fast,…
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The Ramp
I saw the man from outside my window He held a measuring tape I watched him move around the sidewalk from behind the drapes Pest services? Lawn maintenance? I observed in patience Thought of the old man across the street I haven’t seen in so long He’s going on 83 Last time I saw him…
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Gremlins in the Stands
She steps up to the free throw line The site of it takes me back in time To when I was just a 6th-grader My knees were shaking Parents were in the stands, along with coaches and teammates Back then I didn’t know about critics and haters My hands were quaking I bounced the ball…
writings on life
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