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Pollen
She comes to me in a cry There’s yellow in her hair Her right cheek hurts There’s a shiner under each eye Her nose drips Her voice is hoarse She barely squeaks out her discourse She comes every spring and fall Is it the tobacco or alcohol She wheezes She sneezes Nasal passages are swollen…
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The Beach in March
The water is green Like a spring dress Along the shore Further out in the bay it’s dark blue God’s absolute best The clouds are on tour: cumulonimbus, cirrus, stratus His arms reach out here Surely he’s not mad at us Overhead, white pelicans On the gray jetties, dark-coated double breasted cormorants A golden river…
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My Truck
My beloved truck is getting old. I drive a 2000 Toyota Tacoma. It’s red and has the extended cab. I love my truck. I’ve had my truck 14 years come April 9th. This is significant, as the typical person keeps their car for 7-8 years before swapping it for something new (according to what I…
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The Referee
In black and white stripes Under the bright lights Not a zebra but he can move Out on this stage there’s a lot to lose Ten thousand cheer, 10,000 boo In a fit of action, that orange ball comes close to the hoop It comes down to two intermingled players – one in red, one…
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The Funeral Home Owner
There’s a funeral home just off the highway Its banner is clear Burial and crematory – get it all here! I’m going 55 in the right lane on a Friday Pick up trucks race Motorcycles weave The cars around me leave no space The weekend’s eve A guy on his bike needs to get to…
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Love Story
I don’t like to admit it, but I’m a romantic. I put up a tough girl front but it’s true, I like a good love story. Last night I found myself watching The Last Song, a movie based on Nicholas Sparks’ book. I’m well aware some have unkind things to say about Miley Cyrus, but…
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Puppy Wispies
My dog is beautiful All strangers and neighbors say so Our neighborhood strolls are never dull “That is one handsome golden retriever” I was told His coat is gold Looks like an artist painted in some highlights On his belly and in his tail the fur is white Amber ears Wild strands that sprout Curly…
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The Otter
Charlie stood on the beach His beloved dog Chance was at his feet They both had matted hair and dirty fingernails Salty cheeks It had been 14 weeks since he was laid off He’d taken up smoking again, had developed a cough How had his life come to this? He sometimes begged on the street…
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