Tree Zebra Poems

Magic Blooms
of paint and paper...

You are still here. 
I know it, 
and feel it all the time. 
Today, 
I see it clearly. 
A small card,...

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Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big...

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Re-Creating Peace

The basket of castoffs is full. 
No one can wear clothes, torn and stained. 
Holes and rips that show use. 
The scissors cut them...

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Getting Married

My friend set down beside me, 
she smiled and sighed. 

"My daughter is getting married."
A mixture of emotions flashed...
through my head, 
spread to my...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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Stair to Heaven

A spiral stair comes in pieces. 
About one thousand to be sure. 
It is a very large box indeed, 
and weighs about 400...

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Bad Discussions 
(Not a nice poem)

By the pound what a sound, 
in morbid delay at death's door. 
Cutting off bits and chunks of souls,
too busy...

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Holiday Rush

I am so tired, 
I can not think clearly. 
I have had too much coffee, 
and of course...
too little sleep. 
That goes with the...

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Away

Friends in the distance, 
we laugh from afar. 
You are on the other side, 
of the world. 

I am humbled by the miles, 
knowing we...

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President of Freedom

The last man in a long line, 
voted to save the future...
for us. 
Not all of us, 
but some. 

Those that live on...

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Blue Dress

The dolphins of Monrovia, 
came to dinner one day. 
The dress, 
all blue...
you understand. 

It was held beneath the sea, 
not under a tree,...

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Snowflakes

The quiet time,
between the coming,
and going,
of the holidays...

A moment here, 
another one...
there.

Like tiny points of light, 
stars in your own life, 
that lead you to;
call...

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Fidgit Christmas Jitters

I want to write about Christmas cookies, 
Angels that hang on the tree, 
and look at me…
then smile.

I want to write about Mistletoe,...

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Our Tree

The green tree in the box, 
kept in the attic, 
is in pieces. 
Not because it is dead, 
or firewood, 
but a project
to be...

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New and Reused…Wrappings

Paper,
blue, green and red, 
yellow and gold together, with bells. 
I dream about all the holidays, 
that have passed by, 
since you left....

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