water starts to churn inside the mike
I wait for those boiling bubbles
my mug sits on the counter, ready to go
I just need to decide: no-calorie tea
or the yum of chanilla* chai?
* My own creation, a mixture of Big Train chocolate and vanilla!
the sizzle of everyday fluff
endearing, the conversations
one has with a showering spouse
while getting dressed in the morning
*
we discuss the nuances of weather,
savored memories of Old Spice, Charlie & Drakkar
when to start the turkey tetrazzini
travesty
they should still be here with us
almost eight years old
puppy at rest
the curvature of his body
those sweet little legs
January’s final dart
poisonous arrows
deflections of who
we might best become
ode to what they wish to take away from us
violent swirls
of snow
on frigid
winter pavement
I dream
of the yawning
tedium
of democracy
THIS!!!!
haiku
three squirrels
our birch tree
jungle gym
Day 5 and all, still, is not well
Saturday. Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday.
The uproar, the anger, the outrage is real. We cannot allow ourselves to be lulled back into any kind, any semblance whatsoever, of complacency!
“Anyone who can make you believe ABSURDITIES can make you commit ATROCITIES.” ~ Voltaire
And, I might add, shame on those millions of MAGA idiots and morons who’ve bought into, who’ve supported and continue to support, this thuggish regime and their president (he’s certainly not mine). I cannot fathom the lunacy behind their adherence to such hatred, violence and indecency.
so much yet remains
perhaps too soon
to say for sure
but if not for the people,
if not for us, for our voices,
our loud anguished cries, our outrage
if not for the brave citizens
taking to the streets to record
the unjust, demented actions
of these zealous marauders & thugs,
surely the violence in Minneapolis
would have continued unchecked.
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I am proud. I am grateful.
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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