POEM: morning poem

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morning poem

I awoke with your name
on my lips;
these days being awake
goes hand in hand
with thinking of you.

/ / /

14 February 2014
Oak Street

POEM: on listening to Bach’s six suites for unaccompanied cello

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on listening to Bach’s six suites for unaccompanied cello

out in the living room
Rostropovich is playing
Bach’s cello suites
he takes the first
at breakneck tempo
the familiar intervals
whipping by as if heard
from the window
of a passing automobile
while in the bedroom
two bodies entwine
smiling laughing sighing
heat pours off the radiator
onto already sweaty skin
as the cello comes
to the climactic end
of the 1st suite
in the silence her yes
slips out softly
his low note of passion
as they begin again
masked by the climbing vine
growing from the cello
at the start of the 2nd suite

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11 February 2014
Oak Street

POEM: weather report

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weather report

yesterday it was fifty degrees
today there is snow on the ground

yesterday we stepped wide around mud puddles
today I’ll step gingerly around ice

yesterday in the quiet I could hear rain drops
today the world is muffled in its white blanket

yesterday we walked without jackets
today I’ll walk with a scarf

yesterday I moved with the easy bounce of spring
today I’m reminded of the slower pace of winter

yesterday it was fifty degrees
today there is snow on the ground

yesterday I loved you
today I do, too

/ / /

3 February 2014
Oak Street

POEM: biology

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biology

I will never write
a more beautiful poem
than the one created
by your DNA

/ / /

29 January 2014
Oak Street

POEM: late-day sun

late-day sun

I’m at my desk as a long Monday crawls to a close. Ahead of me is a walk down unshoveled sidewalks through rapidly falling mercury. Paul Simon is singing about distant trains. Suddenly, the late-day sun bursts through the front door. It fills the room, makes every surface sparkle like a gem stone. The sight of it takes my breath away. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks then spread through my chest, down my arms to the tips of my fingers. Even though I’m at work, wearing an unwanted uniform, this moment is perfect. I smile wide, thankful for this most beautiful star and the way it sets my world alight.

/ / /

27 January 2014
Oak Street

POEM: Sunday rain

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Sunday rain

awoke to the sound
of the rain on the roof
I turned to put my arm
around you
but you aren’t here

29 December 2013
Oak Street