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EASTER BUNNY OF FLORIDA

God sends gifts to sensitive hearts.
My grandson left his pets behind
as we travelled from familiar parts
of Georgia to Florida. God is kind.

Muffin,...

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they swarm into our home like bees
seeking daisies, lilies, roses, and such
we throw sugary treats at them
allow them to commandeer the TVs
and the computers
Their parents...

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Flew home from vacation
(Glad my flight was not delayed)
And started baking cookies
For a promise had been made.

Tomorrow night starts Chanukah;
Tradition thus decrees
That my grandma’s age-old...

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Leroy jumped on his cycle when he heard the phone
Grandma was calling; she wanted her grandbaby home.
His mother tried to keep up as he ran...

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Hiding my face at the gate
I wait
for something to pull me 
from the inertia
of my fear.

Until it builds to breaking
through
and off I run
to join the...

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We pass the fire sticks near the police cars,
lit.
Bright round moon shine, that’s it.
The fit,
from the tall and small,
still they’d rather walk then sit
with grandpa...

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Molly and Dolly were in their 
New getaway room on the top 
Floor listening to music.
While Damian spent time with 
The kids in the backyard....

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The ambulance ride only lasted
For 10 minutes.
Delilah was in Labor now
Experiencing strange labor
Sensations. They were orgasms
Dolly didn't want to admit that.
Most of both families swept...

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Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.

Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people laugh and talk
Where people cry and walk
Where people hate and...

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head cradled on folded arms
as a young boy I’d sit rapt 
in the tales told by an old man
as he drew pictures at our dinner...

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To some, a Garrison is a strong fort
(Or troops encamped inside, an armed cohort).
Or thoughts might turn to a centurion:
A leader of the many soon...

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Schools are closed for Veterans’ Day
So Henry, here at home,
Requested that he have a chance
To write my daily poem.

He commandeered my notebook
And began to neatly...

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The Lincoln road nearby 
Walking the hills, near silence and illness
No masks, though winter is coming
Deadlocks, people forgetting vaccines
Even the smartest wander about
Stores and movies,...

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“Picking Petals”

I stopped on a path one day
And picked a flower for my grandson
And taught him this song

She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,...

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The tinted walls’ filled with paintings -
Max, Bull, Fanch, Chen and Noah.
The mantel, shelves, tabletops cleared
to be lemon-dusted and windex-spritzed.

Company’s coming. Lots to be done.
Blinds...

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