Tuesday, June 23, 2009



I keep coming back
to flowers; maybe because
they don't let me down?
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Thursday, June 18, 2009



come on over and
see my pantry; it's disguised
as a crepe myrtle
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009



purple-petalled plants
like regal stars basking in
June's green abundance
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009



standing out in this
strangely unfamiliar
crowd, not only because she's
my daughter
but for all of the
events we've shared
when she smiles
my heart melts,
when she cries,
my soul drowns

the walls of the cocoon
grow thinner,
winglets
move to ready position
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Sunday, June 14, 2009



wonderful how things
look better in the daylight
than the night before
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Saturday, June 13, 2009



treasures from Tibet . . .
but all that really matters
is that one treasure,
my sister,
came home
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Friday, June 12, 2009


No kidding, this is the guy I found at Wegmans yesterday. When I first saw him, well, I really didn't see him, I saw the shirt, you know? I mean, what kind of a nut wears a shirt like this? I figured he was either just a fun-loving man with a strange sense of humor or he could be more seriously loco en la cabesa. Soon after spotting him I took a look at the bigger picture, at how others around him were reacting. It was very interesting, following at a distance, seeing people approach him, read the shirt while pretending not to read the shirt. Some glanced away quickly, not wanting to dignify him with a reaction. Others stared and looked as if to say "shame!" A few tried to supress a bit of a smile. Some rolled their eyes once they had passed him. It was so curious how guarded most held their reactions. Sure, the shirt was telling about him; but this experience was also telling about people whose paths crossed his. But it was telling, too, about me. What kind of a guy wears a shirt like this, but what kind of a middle-aged, middle-class person like me finds this whole thing so intriguing that she follows this guy, pays so much attention to the attention he is getting, then follows him out of the store to take his photo?

I seriously need a life.
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Tuesday, June 09, 2009



I was startled the
day I noticed that even
flowers can look sad
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Monday, June 08, 2009


some study surface
design in an expensive
class; I find a tree
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Sunday, June 07, 2009



the sum of the parts
make up the whole, but even
some holes make the whole
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Saturday, June 06, 2009



sitting in thick mud
hosta unfurls multitudes
of white-tipped leaves
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Friday, June 05, 2009



did you ever
feel like you were
home plate?
while the key players
hit home runs
or foul balls
or strike one-two-threes,
running in circles all
around you?
but you couldn't
run with them
because you were
frozen,
stuck,
staying the course,
waiting for the next
full body slide
or on the flip side
the leaps and bounding
that come from
euphoria?
did you ever
wonder when
someone would
ask you how
your day went
and then listen
to the answer?
did you ever
want to run
those bases, too,
taking chances,
maybe even
being the hero?
did you ever
feel like
if you one day
just fell asleep
and didn't wake up
that no one would
notice until
they got hungry
for dinner?
did you ever feel
tired for no reason
in particular,
wilting from
neglect?
hey,
pitcher, pitcher,
watch where
you wipe your feet.
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Thursday, June 04, 2009



5 minutes on "Defrost"
is all it takes
for an idea to simmer
and a project to percolate
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Wednesday, June 03, 2009



Mom,
this thing isn't working right.
Well just make sure
you put the bun in
the right way.

She nodded, flipping the bun over.

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Tuesday, June 02, 2009


Are you sure
the recipe says to rinse the romaine,
then use a 3-hole-punch?

I'm positive,
except maybe
you were supposed to
3-hole-punch and then
rinse.
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Monday, June 01, 2009



Hey, those candlesticks
look just like carrot sticks
she said.
That's what they are
I answered,
don't you think
that's funny?
No, she said,
I just think
you're weird.
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