Archive for July 2017
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July 6, 2017Some Color
July 5, 2017Drawn on July 3, 2017–Maybe Books Can Help
July 4, 2017River
July 4, 2017River
Then we went to the river
where everyone who has ever lived
sinks.
It is so silted in parts
that one might seem
to walk on water–
at least to the very young
who do not know better.
There we wept
understanding that those we had loved
were well and truly buried,
even if the sand that time had made of them
washed the flow;
even so.
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poem for Real Toads open link, hosted by Kerry O’Connor. Pic is mine; all rights reserved.
Aubade
July 2, 2017Aubade
He died early enough
that there was time
for crying in the room
and listening to crying
before dawn shelled the
blinds, light cracking through the breaks
of tar and brick,
cobblestone and horizon, hill
and blue,
and though they were now done
with the hospital, they went once more
to the cafeteria, remarking as before
on the surprise of the food,
sitting down at a table shined
by window, before truly scrambled eggs,
which are not actually synonymous
with morning yet were
in their sunny warmth some link
to the ongoing availability
of goodness, murmured
about the wonder
of his life,
sad,
grateful.
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Here’s an aubade for Real Toads ‘Play it again, Sam’ prompt, hosted by Margaret Bednar, original post by Grace.






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