sudden gifted breeze
the heat had melted my shoes
fluttering silk speaks peace

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I am tired
write me a poem, he said
one not full of scars

Little bro

stevie
My little brother, not so little anymore, but still the sweetest boy ever

 

How come we say
that time passes too slowly?
when we all know
it slips out of our grip
way too fast–

I didn’t pay attention
while time has rambled on–
and I remember (don’t forget)
the old times (don’t forget)
I remember some good times
( they weren’t all bad)
and I remember some very bad times
(but they weren’t all bad)

Birthday’s just a day
and today it is your turn
to be man of the day
little boy with a deck of cards
and a magic wand, grown up
come on little brother
show me some magic
’cause I’m feeling tired–

Then let’s toast to the days coming
the ones we look forward to
and the ones that will lead to eternity–
there are many smiles left
daydreams of your reflections–
the golden faces looking up to you
for some good old days.

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Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Luke 12:6-7 NIV

Monday Random

  • It is a pretty day, and I have not been outside since Friday, except for provisions
  • We might go by the Lake. That would be Lake Michigan, a really pretty place

lake blue and breezy

  • I had an ailment that is improving now–nothing serious, just irritating, but I am grateful to get some relief and feel like going out
  • There is something about the water that draws us, me and Mr. Street–and it always has amazed me how one could feel so good just being near it, or staring out over it
  • Perhaps part of its allure is sharing the space with birds and boats

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I am tired of hearing
how you feel
everyone feels
he said
you are not special
except when you make that cake
the one
with orange and dark chocolate
and your tears
falling
falling

Coupling as improv

I always thought I was
good at ad-libbing–
even in the midst of a tornado
ripping the seams of our house
while we slept;
I figured we’d get by
on rations

But when you told me no
it gave me a new resolve
and all the denials
did not lay me outright
like before
lying flat like a lizard for years
drinking from a puddle, of
my fears and your
disappointment

Are we a mystery or a thriller?
because much of what makes us
we
is not difficult to understand
regardless
of the storm coming
and are we not thrilled?
your hands shoved up my dress
remind me of green fields
every 3-leaf clover a let down

falling in love was easy
once we got inside–
getting out
took more work than we
could have imagined
doubt oozing around the windows
suspicion coating the walls
trying to read the future
in the dishwater–
always murky

wither (or not)

for the fourth time
in my time
I have watched him wither
and
whither or not he goest
he speaks of it
for hours
(days)
of litany
I no longer say
do not go
(he will not go)
and we will go on
happily
reading and saying
and doing
until he does
go

my eyes are brown
yours are blue
that’s good too
this poem needs work
it’s true
I planted seeds
that never grew
I woke up blue
I spilled my coffee

Monday Random: dog days

  • It got mighty hot in the midwest of the states, and, for me, that means near Chicago
  • Oh, I am sure it was as hot in other places before and after our heat spell broke, but I guess it was smart of them, whoever ‘them’ is, to alert the public so they keep hydrated and check on loved ones who live alone in highrises
  • Does anyone remember this tragedy in 1995?
  • Still, I don’t want to be that guy, you know the one
  • The complainer.
  • Hot enough for you? Haha

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