Monthly Archives: April 2011

In the Parking Lot of the Hospital

Two security guards in matching navy blue polo shirts walked through the automatic doors, keys jingling on their black belts.  Crossing the driveway of the hospital, they chatted. With one foot on the sidewalk and the other in the road, … Continue reading

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Ode to the Dandelion

All praise the lowly dandelion weed which gardeners yank and pull.  The hollow stems break off in hand, oozing milky sap from bleeding wounds. First love, butter, revealed when yellow brushes under chins.  Children grasp bouquets with chubby fingers for … Continue reading

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Siblings

The other children come, but never steal the spot.  The second laughs at rules and tells the jokes.  The third has Daddy tied in knots. They follow not, but make their way along the stream.  The eddies swallow weaker sorts, … Continue reading

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First Born

The oldest one becomes the first to walk and talk and drive.  His parents smile and cheer each time he uses “ potty” or a spoon. Conforming and absorbing life while strapped inside a seat, he sings their songs and … Continue reading

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Oysters

He’s a bold man that first ate an oyster- Jonathan Swift “Fresh paint, “ he snapped, “is what we need,” the walls an oyster white.   No cultured pearls inside the varnished shell they shared, the ruffled trim a drizzled gray.  … Continue reading

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A Mother’s Prayer

Children, breathe in the sunshine that ripens the blueberries, gooseberries and rhubarb, your favorites.  Please, protect each other and your earth.  Open the door and smell the fresh cut grass.  Brush the lavender with your fingers and taste a licorice … Continue reading

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Driving With a Friend

While you are driving a car, please look at the road.  Oh, the purple loosestrife is blooming now–– there, in the ditch. You are missing the blackbird on the barbwire fence.  See the male bluebird on the box? He has … Continue reading

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