Poems About the Rain

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I’ve run out of small talk.These words are just answers to “How are you?”Shall we talk about my soul,my spirit and my secret list of things to do?This is the internet–one small step away from public domain.So, how’s the weather?Looks … Continued

Just a Day Behind

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It often seems that I’mjust a day behind.(Or sometimes two or three–but who’s counting? Nope, not me.)If I put “get behind”on a list of mineand didn’t get it donecould I catch up for once?

Jail

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Some people try to go to jail just so they can freeload.I’ve heard of that, and I’m sure it’s rarely true.Rare because, although we all hate to be busy,in jail we’d make escape plans just for something to do.

Get Up and Go

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Our baby’s always on the move.She wants to get up and gobut no place is safe for her.We watch the news and want to move,to leave, to get up and goto someplace other than earth.

Digital Hoarder

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At least I don’t have a disorder disorder.I’m quite organized as a digital hoarder.This scanner/compacter makes my hoard dense.The files are labeled. The folders make sense.

Save, Scan, Throw It Away

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What was I saying,before this message came across:“You have some unsaved changesthat will be lost.”?Oh yes:I’ve been scanning what I’ve savedand throwing it away.But I’ll have it if I need iton some later day.And the chances that I’ll look at … Continued

Furnace Day

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I hope I remember next year in Decemberon the eleventh it’s Furnace Day.And we will celebrate by turning it to 88°,but for now, 70° is plenty okay.

Comes to a Head

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It’s three thirty in the morning.She’s stillrefusing to sleep like a baby.She usually gets tired at midnightbut she’s beenfighting it lately.Genius borders disasteras the endof the term draws near.She feels like she’s missing somethingbut everythingcomes to a head here.

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