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Parking Lot Wraith

27 Wednesday Nov 2024

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Parking Lot Wraith

A flash of movement behind my car,

I start, not knowing exactly what it is.

I look to the side, the image of a man,

tall and thin, dressed in all black and gray appears,

marching determinedly across the lot.

My car stopped, I take a moment to watch him. For

all the world with his manner and gait, he is late for an important meeting.

Meeting someone at the grocery store.

Still – he gives himself away.  

He stops to pick up something from the sidewalk.

Only street people do that.

He parks on the tables outside the store, I go in to shop.

I poke around; lemonade, chopped kale salad, frosting gel.

All the important stuff.

I come out with my little bag.

The parking lot wraith is gone.

Disappeared somewhere, into the night.

Cew

11/24

Him

28 Sunday May 2023

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She loved him so much,

so much she was drained.

So much she was sick,

sick to her stomach, sick to her heart.

He toyed with her and played

with her feelings.

Cat and mouse,

he couldn’t stop it.

And yet,

he couldn’t give her what she wanted.

Still, if she pulled away, he would find a way

to yank her back.

Promises of love unending.

Implied sex, so seductive.

The world revolved around him,

and he made her head spin.

Around and around they went together,

never beginning and never ending.

She looked in the mirror and thought,

why do I feel so empty?

She had no idea.

Morning Moon

24 Monday Apr 2023

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I gaze at the morning moon,

big and full in a

pink and blue sky,

streaked with thin clouds.

So perfect, serene.

Unlike us,

full of strife and

adversity,

pain and guilt.

Unspoken truths and

whispered secrets.

The moon is up there,

unworried, calm,

at peace.

Dr. Death

24 Monday Apr 2023

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He’s so kind,

that Doctor Death.

Delivering one patient

at a time

with his sharp needles

to the sweet arms of Morpheus.

As the body is rowed

across the River Styx,

the relatives cry and

clutch their pocket books.

Crying in relief as

the dirt hits the coffin.

Their responsibilities

over, they can

go comfortably

back to their lives

and wait their turn

for smiling,

Dr. Death.

Broken Toe

20 Thursday Apr 2023

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It was a broken toe,

But she had to go,

Trick or Treating or

die,

from lack of candy and friends and

running up and down.

Costumes and makeup,

things in the hair,

kids going crazy,

all everywhere.

Yes, that toe was broken,

that I knew.

But Halloween

couldn’t be denied.

Yes, it’s a little bent,

But, be of good cheer,

It’s just a holiday

 souvenir.

A Case of Zoonoses

19 Wednesday Apr 2023

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I was in bed with something atrocious.

Maybe, I thought, it was zoonoses!

As I consulted my Big Book of Diseases,

again and again, I kept having sneezes.

Maybe it was zebraocity or a

case of gorillititis or

Perhaps, elephantitus.

Hummingbirdicy or

Clownfishitus hit me.

Dogfishtitus or a bit

of catnipitus.

So many animals I can’t

take it in.

How can we all fit

in the doctor’s office?

I’m sure I don’t know.

Pulling the covers up to my chin,

just when my Mom comes walking in.

She sighs, “Oh, oh, the Big Book again?”

I nod and she takes my temperature.

“I think it’s a bit better.”

She leaves with my book under her arm.

I get soup for dinner.

I can’t help but wonder:

how would a dogfish eat this

anyway?

Pinkie

17 Monday Apr 2023

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She is old

and brown.

Wrinkled like a walnut.

Her clothes and bags

are tattered and worn.

She peers into the

train station mirror

and carefully, carefully

applies the hot, pink lipstick

with her pinkie finger.

Moving her face back and forth,

she observes her handiwork.

Satisfied with its vibrant glossiness,

she is ready to face the day.

3/12

Cew

1953 Forever

17 Monday Apr 2023

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I’m stuck behind Grandma.

She is ahead of me and

I can’t get by.

She plods along looking

neither right nor left.

She can’t hear me behind her.

Doesn’t she know I am in a hurry?

I have places to go and things to do

and I am late.

She doesn’t see, she doesn’t know. 

She is in a time capsule and it is 1953,

forever.

She is not concerned about my little life.

She has seen a few things and has earned

her spot, plodding along,

ahead of me,

born in ’53.

Clouds

16 Sunday Apr 2023

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Clouds are endless banks

of floating white cotton, or,

white snow shoveled to the

side of the road.

They are white round jelly fish, hanging in the sky,

their tentacles flowing down.

The cloud is a dragon,

pulling a wagon.

No it’s a clown face, no

it’s a person, no it’s nothing,

but a cloud floating by,

wispy and white, above a long sliver

of blue.

Clouds are endless shapes of something and nothing,

harmless and harmful.

casual and indifferent,

they bump the plane along,

uncaring.

He walks by

16 Sunday Apr 2023

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He walks by

and they sigh.

He’s a hunk with blue eyes.

Mysterious and

remote,

he sits by himself.

The tinkling sound you

hear, like shattering

glass are hearts breaking one by

one, hitting the floor.

 He can’t hear the sighs.

He’s a writer you know,

very deep.

An artistic well of souls.

Though really,

he could care less.