Short Lady Of The House Poems

That’s the best spa of all the sparrow said.
She hopped right in, with her cousin Fred.
Fred hopped back out, It’s too hot! He lamented.
She loved a margarita bath, she felt fermented.

The mud facial on her face soon slid down.
It rolled into the bubbles, which now turned brown.
My drink! Yelled the lady of the house, she was not happy.
“No big deal!” tweeted out my sparrow friend, we called her Sappy....

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I would like two of those I told the lady of the house.
I was staring at her two mushroom plant holders.
I can pay whatever you want, I told her.
I could tell that she was pleased.

I made them myself, she informed me. 
But I am saving them for my children, she acknowledged.

I knew her children pretty well.
I waited for my chance.
After her death I bought them for a quarter apiece
At their garage sale...

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The wild turkeys disappeared
just before Thanksgiving.
But the flickers are back. I haven’t seen 
the phoebe since last summer.
The nesting hawk is gone.

Searching through the cupboard
for a ladle, I find
a rolling pin that wasn’t mine.
I wonder if the former
lady of the house baked pumpkin pie.

She didn’t leave so much
as her reflection
in a mirror, on a window pane. 
We live like birds here
in our seasons....

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