like lightning, harsh words fly out of your mouth
uncomprehending, I find myself in a dark tunnel,
a vacuum, utterly unclear as to what has just transpired
black cloud on an already gloomy day
revelation on a Sunday morning
more than I’d ever understood before,
self-respect comes before anything else
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it simply has to
apropos
wet September,
grasses and trees adore you
I did as well — at first
now, I keenly await
the cool crisp of autumn,
winter’s hungry maw,
a grateful distant spring
mildly obsessing
the dampened quiet
an overcast sky
we fret, we implore
will more rain
continue to fall?
sympaticos
what color do I paint the rain
as it slides down a pane of glass?
how do I corral the wind
as it nestles in the boughs of a sycamore?
where do I unload the burdens
never asked or paid for?
why does the dark-eyed junco,
pecking scattered seeds on the ground,
forever make me smile?
haiku
earrings
gently tinkle
she’s one
self-belled cat
autumn motes of happiness
slatted sunlight
puppy’s ambrosia
mine, too
every day, I’m more perplexed
I’m befuddled by others’ conduct
what odd & disrespectful behaviors
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on display — rudeness, arrogance,
incivility, boorish disregard, self-
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centeredness, envy, greed & contempt
what a withering indictment
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sobering, sad, & disconcerting
this country, this humanity of ours
transitions
August’s summer temper(ature) tantrum
bleeds into September’s autumnal promise
patience and good humor will prevail
should we fail to wilt before cool air arrives
second hand sweeps no more
remnants of my mother’s watches
timepieces no longer flailing against the onslaught
of a relentless master
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