Fifty-3
My swimsuit slips below the hips upon turning flips.
Saturday Clean-up
Crowd out the weeds with fern and flower. Don’t give bad seeds room to spread and sprout.
Introspection
Sitting in the hot tub, pondering, my mind wanders.
I would rather
I would rather be woke over asleep at the wheel.
Choice
Choice–my rooted guide.
Anger Cures
Lace up those running shoesFor a pre-dawn runA mile or two will do(or ten) Take your rescue puppyFor a nighttime neighborhood strollStop. Talk with neighborsDon’t forget to listen (even laugh) Congregate at the parkAnd mingle with the massesWho have gathered for a causeAnd walk (for a cure)
Fuzzy Fear
Something is not rightI cannot name what is wrongBut it hurts the heartLike foods that cause belly fatAnd stress without rest
Idling
We sitbehind a wheelblasting coolair(sometimes hot) Waitingfor ourturnat the windowto exchangea few dollars fora crispy chickensandwichora doublebacon burger(with cheese) We sitidlingpassing gasto an alreadychoking sky Shouldn’t weBe usinga walk-upwindowinstead?
Moniker
Don’tcall me honey sweetiebuddy boss big guy dudeslugger champ scooter chiefcaptain sport tiger partnerdaddy dude If youcan’t bother to learnmy name Don’t call meanything
My mother
My motheris a verb While sleepingas a youngchild, I wouldoften awakeonly to find Momworkingon tasks left undoneduring regular hours I would find hersewingironing or foldingfreshly-washedlaundrywhile quietly watchingmidnight showsto keep her company When shewould sleepI did not know
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