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Easy Words
It was a Wednesday morning in April I was flustered for sure but able Daunted by what was ahead Younger, inexperienced, and new “The little man,” and “a loser,” whispered the gremlins in my head But I did my research and typed my notes I went for a run that morning, prayed, prepped, ate my…
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What If
I’ve never been much of a risktaker. Why disrupt the status quo? Why tamper with what works? I’ll admit that sometimes I sort of envy those who can take flight on a whim. You know, that friend who can hop the train to D.C. for a weekend just to experience something new. Or the sibling…
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The Stoplights
It’s a Friday afternoon We’re all rushing We can’t get there too soon “There” is home for some For others it’s the bar And for others it’s actually another car Hurrying up, we can’t get there too fast For some are running away from the past We’re all overweight and miserable behind our steering wheels…
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The Coast Guard 5k
This morning I ran in Porstmouth, Virginia’s Coast Guard 5k. Apparently the U.S. Coast Guard’s birthday was on August 4th. George Washington got the coast guard going back in 1790 but back then it was known as the Revenue Cutter Service. The ships back then were known as “cutters” (GoCoastGuard.com). That explains why the 10k…
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Bravecto Imperfecto
This may be a difficult piece for some to swallow. My beloved dog Billy, a 3-year-old Golden retriever, was due for his preventive flea and tick medication the other night. It’s a roughly 2 cm round, brown, soft piece called Bravecto. It looks a lot like that chocolate candy called Rolo. It doesn’t smell half…
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Getting Old
It’s official. I’m getting old. There’s a few ways I know. 1) I have three strands of white hair. Two are on the right side of my head, one’s on the left. Maybe it’s the stress of my job. Remember how George Bush looked when he took office compared to when he left? Same for…
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Roots
I’m clinging on like these gnarled anchors I’m balancing on the water’s edge Toeing the shoreline like a nimble dancer My dog dives The water glistens I’m happy to be alive Still looking for answers Connected like the branches Hovering the great lake Climbing higher Among the birds I listen Holding unmet desire Here with…
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Flames
I see the flames coming from your window I watch them burn Your carpals flex Your first two phalanges wave Anticipating what’s next Up to your mouth, encircling that skinny candy stick I’m petrified as it touches your lips Another puff en route to the grave The vapor rises As does your blood pressure When…
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Father’s Day
Blue, green, white stripes on a rectangular bag Tissue paper atop On my table Mid-summer It takes me back For there’s a gift inside I can’t wait to give A wide-brimmed hat Flip flops Chocolate raisinets Mementos of my childhood Marvelous times I can’t forget For you and my mother made it so good We…
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The Man in the Garden
I asked to meet You Yesterday when I was in the garden Fed up with my week Trying to help the frail and weak Feeling flustered by the sick and their poor nutrition Almost ready to give up Tired of watching people muck Overjoyed to be alone Burned out by definition A Sunday afternoon I…
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