I sat on a lawn chair in the driveway on Saturday morning, watching, from behind the newspaper, the neighbors drive by to meet their married lovers. Mother, before she backed …
Weather Poesy
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The First Handshake
Strange how strange a stranger can be Curiosity leading to catastrophe Stutters and slurs in impossible speech As rehearsed questions pour forth from each Confidence is often lost in the …
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Our Mother’s Eulogy
The wind caresses the ground Blowing as if to give the fallen leaves life Blowing as if to force them to speak To crackle with the language of mother earth …