There are
Those days
when I
feel
all the aches and pains from
The usual and unusual
bumps and bangs from living.
Then there are the days I feel ashamed.
Ashamed
for words I've said
words I didn't say
not standing up for another
reacting With every emotion
but without the facts.
And as if that were not enough shame
More is offered
for every forgotten kindness--
the essential oil
of social lubrication.
Friday, October 12, 2018
Thursday, September 13, 2018
The Drive
A Thursday Zena Bethel Drive
Fields
of stubble
fresh turned earth
Fence trees
just woke
no brush
come as you are
Small dark birds
Undulating
Throbbing
swirling
switching
Clouds
Enormous
yet floating
sometimes
leaking.
KGM 9-2018
Saturday, September 8, 2018
Hey Neighbor!
Hey neighbor!
I have no idea
of the sights and
sounds we've offered
Over the years
decades
I apologize
for the loud
not fit for public
entertaining or profane
Events we produced
But
We're sad
there was
little reciprocation.
~KGM 9/2018
I have no idea
of the sights and
sounds we've offered
Over the years
decades
I apologize
for the loud
not fit for public
entertaining or profane
Events we produced
But
We're sad
there was
little reciprocation.
~KGM 9/2018
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