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Solitary cicada debutant

calling for a lover.

You will die a virgin.

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Your One True Love


What do you do,
when you’ve found your one true love?

When they’ve given their self to you,
when you have what you always wanted.

When you’ve spent your whole life searching,
and all you know is the getting.

How do you learn the keeping,
when you’ve found your one true love?

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How much harder it must be

to love a friend

when you know

they’ve betrayed you.

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Sometimes words are all we have to offer.
And even when they are not enough,

expressing so,
will appease a forlorn heart.

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My First Walk


toddling baby steps

my first walk around the lake

even old women are faster

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July 25th


July 25th,
was the day I almost left this Earth,
and you behind,
after falling most heavily upon it.

Who would have thought
that a mere accident
could claim the life of an immortal?

I look around the garage,
this house,
my den.

And see tools,
supplies,
and things,
that only have meaning for me.

What a mess
I would have left
for you to clean up.

And all the additional responsibilities
you would have had to assume.

I am so, so sorry
that I put you through all this.

And cry,
embarrassing both of us,
with tears of gratitude
for your tender kindnesses since then.

And smile/grimace through tears,
when you in anger say,
that if I ever didĀ  somethingĀ  like that again,
you would kill me.

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On Monday, I made her a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich for lunch.

On Tuesday, I made her a jelly-and-peanut-butter sandwich.

On Wednesday she received a sandwich made of peanut-butter-and-jelly,

and on Thursday she was gifted a sandwich made of jelly-and-peanut- butter.

On Friday, why is she telling me, I need more variety in my life?

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It would not be appreciated,

if you were not with me

to enjoy it.

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Rarely,

the time of day

the position of the forest leaves and trees

and the light of the rising sun

passing through something man-made

combine to create art

by happenstance,

that is . . .

ephemeral.

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In the Spring

even poison ivy looks pretty.

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