In my Head (Walking)
Minnows school the road shoulder
I see the bright fins at last
for what they are
seedpods sown
by the wind winnowing
this neck
of the woods
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Aging Parent
Some of the gone
a gift-
her best friend’s grandson killed,
nineteen,
her immediate
drive over,
the question for years after
but what
could I do?
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Twitter poems! (Of softs.) 140 characters w/spaces (but not titles! Yes, cheated.) Tor Mama Zen’s twitter prompt, hosted by Kerry O’Connor, on Real Toads.
A note re pic and seed pod poem. I thought about this image months ago when the seed pods were considerably brighter. I only took the picture today when they are rather dessicated, so the pic doesn’t give a true idea of what I am getting at here, I’m afraid.
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