His curls gone,
i watched him
sitting on the floor emulating the other boy,
and me wanting to turn
walk away, but he's there
in the doorway with his baby bouncing
trying to watch his son practice,
And we hens clucked and clucked.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
070628_0745
it occurred to me
as I twirled into the kitchen
my life would feel
somewhat less
dramatic
If i just stopped
listening to
opera.
as I twirled into the kitchen
my life would feel
somewhat less
dramatic
If i just stopped
listening to
opera.
Monday, June 25, 2007
070625_1430 Slipping
The mail was
Silent
Slipped thru the slot
Lying on the floor
As I peeked out
Hopeful, Anxious
Could it really be there?
The rubber band
Bowing the tiny pair of envelopes
Sunday, June 24, 2007
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The dissonance of operetta,
Silenced.
And the songs of the birds
and a quiet moment before breakfast
and the noisy city sounds.
Silenced.
And the songs of the birds
and a quiet moment before breakfast
and the noisy city sounds.
070624_1209
Snoring from his office,
kids still laughing and playing about
me wanting to talk to someone
going to sleep silent and alone
kids still laughing and playing about
me wanting to talk to someone
going to sleep silent and alone
Saturday, June 23, 2007
070623_1145 on the porch
He smelled of earl grey tea
and the sky overcast
the light even
and warm
humid and cooler
and we laughed
about nothing in particular.
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