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A River of Stones, Day 5 – Still

January 5, 2012

The harmony of the window

Air conditioner, rack of computer

equipment and fluorescent lamps

sings of statis


A River of Stones, Day 4

January 4, 2012

Bright sun.
Winter break.
Chill wind.
Students gone.
Too quiet.

A River of Stones, Day 3

January 3, 2012

Hearing the familiar song on the radio

was like a warm embrace from an old friend.

A River of Stones, Day 2

January 2, 2012

The infant boy at the next table,
Puts the paper hat in his hands
Into his laughing mouth.

A River of Stones, Day One

January 1, 2012

Late in the evening
Low clouds and a busy wind
2011 departs, leaving
a change in weather behind.


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Get Your Poem On #82

July 9, 2009

Little Man Gone

In the dust of my memory
are footprints

A small man with a booming voice
left them there

His favorite name for me
was “Idjit”

It fit

He never muttered or whispered
Did the Little Man
and You never heard him.

But I did

Thundering in my skull
Deafening from the inside

I hear echoes now and then
I smile

One afternoon, some time ago
It was sunny and warm
The bird song was clear
The chatter of chipmunks
was more than audible

He was gone

My Little Man

In the dust of my memory
His shadow lingers in the footprints

I miss him
And hope he never returns.


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