24 One More Time

24     One More Time


How many turns around the marathon block

Are left for me and others and you

Challenged and tired but yet grateful

For the time and mind to show up again


A community of word lovers who share

Across invisible space and boundaries

Truly a miracle of enduring humanity

Lest we forget where our goodness resides

23 Painter’s Tape

23     Painter’s Tape


Loyal to duct tape

I am now cheating

With the easy to tear

Blue tape of painters


Wide and narrow rolls

Artists have known

Of this wonder over

Time and trial


Houses taped at edges

To protect the walls

And baseboards from

Unintentional daubs


Heavy watercolor paper

Held down before wet

To remain in place as

Beauty begins to appear


I have too many rolls

And this morning I will

Bring MaryAnn her first

I am changing a life

22 Making sure

22     Making sure


Millie nudges under the blanket

Where she has slept for the night

Her breathing a mystery to me

As I place my hand on her chest

To be sure that it rises and falls

Gentle puppy yips as she dreams

21 What tomorrow brings

21     What tomorrow brings


Red sky at night sailor’s delight

Red sky in morning sailor’s warning

A week of warnings as this Sunday morning

Brings a red dawn to take heed


A brief respite from the calamity

Of our world that divides and frightens

I am not ready for another Monday

Bringing doom and fears for many


Feeling safe as I age in a northern

Paradise of green and liberals

Far from the too much and too little

I watch remotely as others suffer


They say to vote and send money

But there is little change for most

Take to the streets and warn the

Masses who turn and shop for comfort


The sky now fades with relief

I will slow my breathing and

Sink back down for one last moment

Before tomorrow harkens more trouble

20 Stuff

20     Stuff


Time will bring aches and pains

With gout and wiggly bones

Perhaps hair will thin and fade

Fond memories of moments gone


But to know me all one must do

Is travel through this house

Visit each room that belongs

Sanctuary to a hoarding mouse


It seems my peers and I are sharing

This journey going through our space

Just in case there may be an item

A treasure hidden from our face


Hoping for that valuable find

More money to see us through

More likely we wonder out loud

So much stuff!  What shall I do?

19 Firefly

19     Firefly


Each night once dark arrives

A sole firefly twinkles

Near the upper left broad window

As if it wants to come in

Believing it to be the same firefly

I welcome with a familiar greeting

Wondering why the vast outdoors

Does not beckon this bug

18 New Old Hair

18     New Old Hair


Hoping for long white braids at eighty

I am on my way despite hair thinning

I had wanted thick wide lusty braids

Those witches wore around a midnight fire


Accept my fate with what now endows my head

Perhaps I shall add ribbons of many colors

To show an old hippie is inside this person

As braids of thin hair slip out at night


True white silky tresses are my blessing

Many comment as others are merely mid-gray

I hold by breath each day as I discover

Too many slivers of silver on my pillow

17 Intermission

17     Intermission


I might have to take a break

I might have to stop

And make some maple oatmeal

On my bed I will flop


I will keep the light shining

To avoid a deep long sleep

I have to give my brain a rest

As these words don’t come cheap


I’ll boil water and find a bowl

And empty the oatmeal pack

But have no fear I promise you

I definitely will be back

16 The Cello and I

16     The Cello and I


I played the cello for a summer

I lugged it all around

Taking lessons from an expert

I was lucky to have found


Soon I noticed I was rotten

I didn’t practice very far

Instead I bought a ticket

To see virtuoso YoYo Ma


I felt bad for my instructor

She really cared a lot

And wanted all her students

To become talents on the spot


The cello left undaunted

Back to the rental shop it went

Now I listen to the masters play

Precious time well spent


15 Rodent Hotel

15     Rodent Hotel


Chipmunks abound darting

Under the porch and into

The old maple’s oval portal


Rabbits dig below the

Garden fence at night

Filling themselves well


Woodchuck twins munch

Grasses near my door

Skittish when Millie barks


I know there’s mice

That scamper in the walls

Ancestors here before my time


Decades we lived in peace

Despite folks often warning

They will come to no good



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