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Skyler
That sky looks like paintbrush strokes Like fish scales or tire tracks in the sky On a neighborhood stroll I see it overhead all the folks Blue-purple ripples amid orange cream Light pink and soft yellow on the horizon It’s like a dream I watch the birds flyin If I had a daughter I’d name
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Patience
Why is patience so hard Sitting still, contentment is an art It seems we’re all devoid If that mocha latte triple shot is off, how we’re annoyed We yell as we sit in traffic Impatience is a disease that’s metastatic It flows through our arteries and veins It disrupts the circuits in our brains It
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Puppy Party
My husband says I have a problem But I can’t help it My fingers keep clicking, I can’t stop ‘em The pictures get to my retina and then there’s dopamine Every night my eyes are glued to the screen Pups big and small Floppy ears and furry paws Kiddie pools filled with happy mutts Wagging
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My Place
I don’t care what anyone says People have their things Isn’t it interesting Where we find ourselves Where we choose to be If you could be anywhere Where would your heart delve Mine’s in an open field behind the church in my neighborhood On a steamy August night When the sun’s not as bright But
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Politics
The bumper sticker said something cruel of the president And the American flag sticker on the truck was upside down Not sure what it meant The other sticker was for Mission Barbeque Someone yelled, “I thought that was you!” Through the forest a man emerged The political slogan on the front of his shirt was
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Half and Half
“The sky looks like a marble,” I said “And that cloud looks like a heart” White wispy clouds so wonderfully artful “Or a baby T-Rex,” my husband replied We said whatever came into our heads next As we walked the neighborhood on a Thursday night “Some people are crazy” “The Bible didn’t fall out of
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Lost and Sweaty
“Ma’am! Ma’am! I turned my sweaty head to my left to see a burly police officer standing by his car and waving his arms. He was standing in the middle of the road, in front of a big wooden sign that said, “Road Closed.” He waved for me to go straight on the road instead
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