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September /1949
A heart begins
to flutter
yet unnoticed
inside her womb
September /1999
It was just you and I
that day
your youngest
now a man
and you
now the child
trying to tell me
what you see
without words
only your eyes
and smiles
Were they there
waving for you
was that what
you saw
as you lay
in your hospital gown
telling me
I would know
soon enough
we are
three quarters water
The Visit
Its been a long time since I've ridden
the late night bus
listening to the tires sing
while others sleep
across the miles
The streets
quiet and empty
as I walk the mile
to your marble yard
where my words
do not disturb you
nor my laughter
break your slumber
when I tell you a story
about your grandchild
I sit with you
in the early morning sun
listen to
the meadowlarks song
My Brothers Shoes
It was in the summer of ' 31
when the dust
blocked out the sun
my brother Paul decided
we all needed shoes
to go back to school
and trapped gophers
for months
keeping the tails
in an old jam pail
ready to sell
each worth a penny
when September rolled around
we all went to town
and he stood at the counter
savings in palm
bought me
a pair of black patents.
Rocking Chairs
dawn.........
as I walk
to the end of the street
leave behind
the thin white line
of picket fences
to enter
the marble yard
where only the names remain
carved in stone
erased by the wind
its said that when
the sun drops they rise
and rest their backs
against chairs of stone
draw on their pipes
and in the wind
you can hear
their conversation
but today
only cold silence
greets my fingers
as they trace
the chiseled words
and only memories
live above this plotted ground
where every fallen leaf
finds it way home
Driving Lesson # 4
Women who drive tractors
are sometimes too small
to hit the right petal
and as a result have to jump
off and run around
to stop the rolling machine
as it makes a new exit
through the back shed wall
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