Laid off friend

Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.

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On a cold winter’s night

Kitchen windows fogged,
oven-baked chicken is the
scent of homecoming.

Midnight in Arcata

Airport closed, no ride
home ’til dawn, she waits under
a tree in the rain.

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Brief holiday visit

Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.

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Past life public

Looking back I find
this old friend, written record
for the world to view

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Abandoned blog

Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.

San Diego

Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.

Driving cross country

West Coast starting line
pavement our road map we head
east back to our roots.

Friendship

Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.

Depression

Bright summer days no
friend to sadness. Solace lies
in winter’s dark chill.