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The Glowing Tree
Orangey paper Crackling in the breeze Among a cotton candy sky Light blue and pink Golden sun sinking behind the trees It’s just my dog and I Standing in the grass Walking, breathing, being I hope this moment won’t pass I stare at this glowing tree Probably like Moses looked at the burning bush I…
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Acorn and Twig
She looks just like an acorn Round and forlorn She says I look like a twig Bent, behind glasses and a too-big shirt It’s later in the day and I’m indifferent We meet in a small space Like two packages in a FedEx truck It’s uncomfortable but I’m afraid I’m stuck She tells me she…
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Mount Trashmore
Billy and I went to Mount Trashmore this morning. It was magical. Last night the clocks went back an hour. Before we drove off, I noticed that the digital clock in my truck read 9:11. I pulled out a bobby pin from the center console and stuck it in the little nub under “H,” just…
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Running in Jeans
I was driving home And saw a man running alone He was strangely dressed Red sweatshirt Big chest Lean In his jeans Running I wondered, was he hurt or stressed? He didn’t look back He came to the intersection and had to cross the road He hesitated, unsure of which way to go I kept…
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A Lady and Her Dog
His golden, wavy earlocks flap in the late afternoon breeze. His mom glances over when they’re at the stoplight. She sees the moist, black tip of his snout wiggle, a collection of miniscule cobblestones doing a slow dance. The pup smiles and rests his tired head on the open window sill. It sits at the…
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Fall Approaching
At 6:20 pm on October 25th, I can still sit comfortably in my front yard. The sky is a painting of gray splotches against white canvas. A few minutes ago there was a pink glow to my right. It’s now edged away. Since it left, the streetlight across the street flickered on. It got progressively…
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Billy and Jimmy
Billy and Jimmy walked along the trail that afternoon in late August. “We should have brought our fishing stuff,” Jimmy said, as he walked next to the lake. “Yeah, but you would have to carry your stuff and my stuff,” Billy replied. Billy stopped and looked up, huffing and puffing slightly as he leaned next…
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Obituary
This sounds morbid but I like to read the obituaries. In fact, it’s become a part of my daily routine. Most of them don’t say how the person died. Some do explicitly – cancer, Alzheimer’s, heart attack, car accident. Others imply: “He finally found peace after a long battle with depression.” Some people are old.…
writings on life
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