Not Forgotten

Not Forgotten   occupying this familiar bench backpack of notebooks and pens writing down the love and loss passion reshapes a loner’s history   backpack of notebooks and pens ready like an archer’s quill passion reshapes a loner’s history soft kisses on a summer night   ready like an archer’s quill words erase and time

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Cafe

Cafe   balanced on red cushioned barstool facing homemade tomato soup hiding behind the lacquered wooden bar notebook, a glass of water and writer’s block spoon is full of hope at the boulevard cafe   warped and faded brown leather guitar case bearing a history of stickers bands no one has heard of adjusting the

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Wire Shopping Cart

Remembering the anniversary of my Grandmother’s passing with this sonnet from my book “Late Model”.   Wire Shopping Cart   Grandma’s house-paint gray wire cart trails her down St. Clair street, kerchiefed neighbors say hello as she moves from store to store. Bargaining with first name merchants she visits the same time once a week

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Counting Days

Counting Days     greetings stamped labeled posted phone calls fielded and wished away viewing movies love’s lost and found eggnog too thick too sweet too good   phone calls fielded and wished away telepathic contact raises silent ghosts eggnog too thick too sweet too good empty chocolate wrappers fill the void   telepathic contact

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My Love

My Love   have you forgotten me in the dust of time grey and wrinkles chill the memory that sparks from deteriorating photos once we laughed naked spooned intimacy at midnight silent human endearment   world of past and future light years away distant heart music yearning to touch once again long slow passion with

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October’s Poem

October’s Poem   faker scrounges up a cowboy outfit escapes boys descend on the three-block march dividing up Autumn’s decorated terrain for a night of treasures golden leaves kicked airborne by frantic feet heading door to door with talk of bicycles and Saturday matinees smiling pumpkins with candles map the way there is a delight

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