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Trains and Poems
Sometimes writing a poem is like doing a math problem Trains and distance and time How long? Aaahh!! Too long, I can’t figure it out and I start sobbin’ Some words just don’t rhyme And I have no train of thought My ideas don’t sound good on paper like they ought My brain fizzles out,…
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Pizza & Prayer
It’s possible I’ve been living under a cloud for the past 10 years I still look at the altar and the cross but my persistence is quick to disappear Maybe this is the usual course And I’m not superstitious or even uber religious But I know humanity needs some other force Because like a heavy…
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Certifiably Death
It was the first day of fall And I assure you I did my best to stall On my last day I signed a death certificate It’s like death always finds a way to spit What was the cause? Who knows? The medical examiner (who wasn’t called) and God, I suppose To the generalist, it’s…
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September Season
The clouds looked like elephants My sunset stroll was robed in elegance Late September finally showing face But the verdant leaves have yet to give way They hold subtle signs of wrinkling But I long to hear them underfoot crinkling To everything there is a season Early fall gray clouds Summer cumulonimbous shrouds The cells…
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Brown Bag Lunches
It was the crumpled up brown bag that made me think of it Lying there on the counter Brown paper bags could make one covet Anne Lamott said to write about school lunches So here I am As a child, none of the ones I encountered were repugnant Peanut butter and grape jelly on white…
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Unfollowable
I’m leaving my job And some of my patients’ faces look like they’ve been robbed When they bring it up They ask to follow me It’s flattering But I know delighting in the praise of men is folly And the repetitive talk is somewhat maddening Just one more week of it The usual grind and…
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When I Was Cool
There’s an old picture he sent me I imagine from maybe the mid-70s It’s sepia-toned And the young handsome guy in it isn’t holding a cell phone Nah, he’s holding a net Shirtless, hard to forget His thick brown hair and charming smile I’m sure left the girls overly courteous And in the distance behind…
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The Things I Don’t Do
My mom said I would do anything for my own child Turns out with my kid still in utero, my feelings aren’t mild I look at her black and white pictures everyday I’m already super mindful of the things I say But perhaps more importantly are the things I don’t do Like lick the brownie…
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Rapunzel’s Retreat
It’s a lovely little reminder A simple gesture that showed they’d come find her If she were lost, abducted, stranded Ankle sprained, flat tire, maimed But now she knows never abandoned Sometimes her gremlins speak They say no one would ever miss her, so that’s what she often thinks But today she sat in the…
writings on life
