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66 days ago
It’s males who keep me up at night this was once an exciting thought - when a man would wake me in the middle of a deep sleep for a hard ‘conversation’ Later, though, I was kept up by Anger at the man who made more work for me rather than being the betrothed helpmate A son who would not sleep through the night Until he was well into being five years old I thought I would never sleep through the night myself A cat who insists on going outside at 2:30 am and returns with the spoils of his hunt yowling to be let in just as I was finally falling back asleep. Now here I am again, being kept awake by thoughts of you in the middle of the night. Nobody told me I would come full circle.
135 days ago
I was born under a full moon Which may explain my Occasional lunacy And tendency to take Midnight moonlit walks during That monthly insomnia I get like clockwork Sometimes I wonder if It’s the extra night light of the Full moon, but that doesn’t explain The same effect on cloudy nights Perhaps it is the extra gravitational Pull at perigree, on our Mostly water bodies – Our own personal high tide Making us restless. Or is it just the irresistible Magic world that seems to appear On moonlit nights That makes the night time A rarely seen event A place we usually don’t often venture Where I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow Where I see the moon and the moon sees me Where someone says, “Keep your pants on! Not THAT moon!” Why don’t we call it a “moonth” There are twelve moonths in a year. I was born under a full moon Which may explain MY ...
139 days ago
She takes awhile to jog past me on the trail But jog she does I don’t see her face Only her elderly body And a set of incredibly muscular Calves and I think You GO girl! The one leaving the coffee shop In her colorful t-shirt Cropped pants and Athletic Shoes Goes out and gets into a Cherry Red Mustang Pulls on her sunglasses And is on her way You GO Girl When I am an old woman I have no intention of wearing Purple because it doesn’t look good on me Nor a silly red floppy hat But I might be out there jogging Or cruising town in a hot car It will be a ’64 t-bird Jet black with a red and white interior I’ll be pretty cool for a Septegenarian Still listening to classic rock At full tilt. Younger women will Look at me and think You GO Girl!
181 days ago
“We’re a caravan.” The man said to me on my walk this morning I tuned in from my morning walk reverie to look and sure enough they were A caravan of old people with squat dogs Waddling down the street together The man in the lead, the women following behind As is standard in caravans The only thing missing was the camels You never know what you will encounter On an early morning power walk.
183 days ago
This day rich With wee wild white roses Covering the overgrown bush Air saturated with golden blue Sunshine and heavy beckoning floral pollen And grass that is growing faster Than it can be mown This is not a day for missing you For crying over what I can’t have This is not a day for emptying my tear ducts Ending up an emotionally shredded Mass of blonde hair and ruddy cheeks That was for yesterday Today is for wandering free Camera in hand Laughing at the funny things People do Watching a sunset This is a day for being
