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Saturday, April 27, 2013

Final Demand

To whom it may concern
Our intent was not to annoy
And if your heart was burned
‘twas no deliberate ploy
We only hoped to turn
Your mind to countenance
True payment duly earned
And paid, by happenstance?
So if this bill is done
Please count your battle won
And if it’s not we sadly ought
To meet instead in court.

Friday, April 26, 2013

An immigrant journey

Packing the bags was okay;
Just lots of bags and lots of stuff
And a last night sleeping on mattresses on the floor.

Packing was van was okay;
We watched the guys pile everything in;
Sons decided they’d never move house or change schools anymore.

Packing for the flight was okay;
Everyone held their own case, even the kids
And everyone cried.

Waving goodbye was okay
If you ignore my clinging to son who tried hard
To be left behind and I couldn’t look in my mother’s eyes.

The flight was okay
Except one boy lay on the floor and screamed
Till I picked him up while the catering cart went by.

Immigration was okay
With three boys trying to silently say
We’re not staying long when we knew it was meant to be forever.

The house was okay
But not our house our furniture and not our neighborhood
Nor our spiders either and this one had a red spot.

But that was okay;
We slept on mattresses in real beds
Till the sons rebelled and slept on the floor

Which was okay by me.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Day dreaming

The days are too short and the dreams are a long
Time coming, a long way going; they leave me a long
Way behind because

Days are too short and the dreams are a long
List of promises; one time they seemed almost honest as if
I’d believe them but

Days are too short and the dreams are a long
Road ahead of me built on the memories of long
Roads behind and

The days are too short so the dreams are a long
Time coming.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Cat for All Seasons

I walk the damp and lonely green
Of wayward autumn grass and see
A fluffball white as winter snow
That proudly sits to preen.

I watch the fluffball come and go
Its tread determined stern and slow
Its head raised high, its watchful eyes
All glazed with winter-glow.

And then it’s gone but in the sky
Another fluffball floats so high
And stares so wary, white and proud
While seasons pass me by.

Now comes the spring like kittens loud
With flutter, cluttered fur, surrounding
Where that cat returns to me
And sings for summer clouds.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Tie my secrets.

Where the broken whisper whiskers its
Secret, my ear’s bending, blending in.