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haiku: 29 July 2022

mysterious mushroom
on the picnic table
where will you take me?

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29 July 2022
State College PA

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haiku: 27 July 2022

it paces inside the cage
breath steaming the bars
there’s no third line

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27 July 2022
State College PA

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haiku: 26 July 2022

a day full of long ehxales
the animal under the ribs
the next batter steps up

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26 July 2022
State College PA

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POEM: My grief

My grief

A friend said to think of grief
as a little person you carry within you.
My grief is going through the terrible twos,
lashing out because it doesn’t have the words.
I try to comfort my grief, to tell it
I don’t have the words either, to explain
that if it were up to me I would still try
to make things work, to pick up the pieces,
to tend to that which was remarkable.
My grief pounds its little fists on the floor,
yells a single rising note of anger.
I squat down until I’m at its level.
I look my grief in its teary eyes,
noticing the tears in my own.
I realize there are no useful words.
Instead I take my grief in my arms,
pull it close to me, hum a little tune
until the storm passes.

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24 July 2022
Canandaigua NY

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haiku: 24 July 2022

a slight twitch of the nose
paws crossed on the ottoman
the sun beats against the blinds

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24 July 2022
Latham NY

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haiku: 23 July 2022

time heals all wounds
it’s been two years
I fill another garbage bag

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23 July 2022
Latham NY

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POEM: Prayer

Prayer

The semi-automatic lid of the kitchen garbage can
closes with a sound like a train slowing
as it chugs off into the distance.

I’m here for most of five days, enjoying house life
and gradually making use of all the rooms:
my toiletry bag in the bathroom, one of the books

I’m reading in the bedroom, my keys and pocket knife
on the kitchen table, my phone charger in the living room,
and so on, enjoying this rare opportunity to expand

my presence into a space larger than 32 square feet.
Last night a dream hollowed me out inside,
or perhaps there was nothing to remove.

I awoke with my hands covering my face,
repeating the word “no” into the darkness like a prayer.
I made a rule but I couldn’t keep it.

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23 July 2022
Latham NY

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