that's mrs. mediocrity to you

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liberty

i can walk forever
(and some days i do)
but never really

get

anywhere

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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delivery

a walk to the mailbox
late at night

darkness makes me feel
my way along

and these stars
so bright and silent

i can always find
north
orion
cassiopeia
those dippers

a short walk
to
lost
and back
again

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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molasses cookies

an old recipe
tied to early memory
in a kitchen
long gone

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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this morning

my tea tag said:

trust is the union
of intelligence
and integrity

and i laughed
because yesterday
i spent the day

trying to find a way
to fit into a world
where truth is not believed
and facts
no longer matter

and here i am
another morning
sipping tea

with a tiny thread
of answer

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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hinterland

i miss you
the way a flower
grieves lost petals

still
i set seed

feeding hungry birds
and ravaged wildlife

refusing
sun’s command
to wither

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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all the

lawns mown

stay home

closets sorted

stay home

hearts broken

stay home

wallets emptied

stay home

cupboards bared

stay home

minds bent

stay home

platitudes buried

stay home

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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overgrowth
(for alice)

nature has a way
of reclaiming
territory

just one lesson
taught
by my garden

grey turns to green
and there is no sky

and my head
keeps hitting
this ceiling

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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schooled

so many lessons
not learned

the test of humanity

times up
put down your pencil

pass or fail

your presence
required

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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imprimatur

beneath
a freshly-stitched
quilt of snow

a garden
plots

revenge

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.

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the dead fox

kitten
curled in a ball
at the side of the road
has been there
for a week
now

yesterday
the turkey vultures
arrived

squawking rudely at me
as i skirted by:

circle!

circle!

circle!

before rising
into deaf grey sky

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here i am again, doing this again–30 days of poems, hoping the words will come.
hoping hope will come, as well.