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A Night Alone   

 

It is a rain pinging, downspout gurgling, wind gusting, pines shushing, leaves swishing night. It is a game after game of solitaire losing night. It is a facing eternity, an aging awareness, a "what's life all about?" night.  It is a tug of war between graceful acceptance and angry depression night. It is a slow ticking of time, of darkness until the first filaments of dawn infiltrate the recesses of my brain with a new day’s promises night. 

 

twenty-first birthday

able to vote and to drink

to follow all my dreams

            joys and riches wait ahead

            the rainbow's gold within reach   

 

young and foolish

seeing the distant future

with myopic eyes

knowing now that blurred vision

is a gift that gives us hope

Adelaide Literary Magazine

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 swaying grasses

brush against bare arms

thoughts of you

Modern Haiku

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 abandoned homestead

spring breezes rustle

old memories

The Millbrook Independent

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Nirvana

 

Hot dogs, burgers, fries, cotton candy, pop corn, and ice cream. Summer food at Savin Rock, the amusement park. After eating, always sticky hands and smeared faces , and, sometimes, a stomach ache. The best of all these treats was found in only one place at the far end . 

 

soft shell crab

wind and waves and salty air

all in the taste

Presence 

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 mottled sunshine

the flash

of a gator's tail

Presence

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 fresh cut grass

following me. . .

until lilacs

Cattails

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HAPPY HOUR     

 

Apples sauteed in butter with brown sugar and cinnamon. Sunday morning breakfast to be eaten on the deck.  After a week of rain, followed by a five-day heat wave, a perfect Sunday arrives and shouts that something special is in order. Add orange juice, toast with strawberry jam and lots of hazelnut coffee

 

The sun’s rays are filtered through the Japanese maple. No need to open an umbrella. Birds in trees are vocal, but unseen. The stream, also unseen, gurgles softly. I leave my cell phone inside. Phone calls can wait. Emails and text messages can wait. This hour is mine.

 

so easy to ignore

the pleasures of each day

to push past small joys

            I slow down my breathing

            and open up to wonder

Drifting Sands, spring 2026                                        

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decaying barn

the emptiness

locked inside 

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 the moon pauses

between a gap in the trees—

half an answer

A Hundred Gourds

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 ice storm

sculping the pine

needle by needle

Bottle Rockets

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 daffodil tips

through patches of snow

are the first sign

they send me rushing

to wear something yellow

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winter sunshine

I borrow the easy chair

from the cat

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Tanka Prose

 

What Remains

 

We are newly married, live in an apartment, have no garden, but for entertainment we browse nurseries. On an impulse, we buy a small lemon tree to give to my parents for their back yard. 

 

My father is not a gardener, and we have only a hope that the southern California sun and an occasional watering will be sufficient for the lemon tree’s survival. Dad, however,  adopts that seedling, tending to its needs as a father to a child. Watering, fertilizing, pruning. It thrives, and through the years produces more than enough lemons for my parents and for us and neighbors. In his late years, living alone, Dad is neglectful of the house, but not the lemon tree. After he dies and the house sold, the new owners cut down the lemon tree to create an unencumbered back yard for their children’s play area.

 

lemon blossoms

swirling in the breeze—

a look back

to a memory sweetened

with the passing of time

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