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it’s very early in the A.M.

and sleep refuses to take me

I jot down answers to a poetry prompt

& in the quiet stillness of our sunroom

I giggle at one or two of them

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wildfire smoke still obscures a clear view

microscopic particulates wreak havoc —

mis ojos, my upper respiratory system

dew point is more favorable today

but, given the haze, I choose to remain indoors

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Daily writing prompt
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
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Hate to be a downer here but this is something I despise, people tooting their own horns about something good & wonderful they’ve done for others. I remember the lesson we were taught in catechism about how if someone is compelled to share with others their good deeds, well, then, THAT is your ‘reward’ for doing so. Much better, me thinks, to act out of kindness, love and charity for someone and keep that to yourself.

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there’s a poet I know who shared something she’d found

a fantastic poem she has no recollection having written

details only she would know or care to cast about

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its verses convey a voice unlike her normal fare

she recognized that straight away

as did we, her faithful poetry companions

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how to regain this same tone, this sense of freewriting

she asks, hoping we can guide her back to this unknown place

I tap the side of her head, gently, tell her friend, it’s all in here

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the last of summer’s 2nd month

wet and warm, hot and humid

a spent, wilted recipe

for baked-in wretchedness