Stories always tell
of the one who wanders, then
returns home…like me.
Away too long
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Longest night of the year
Soon, darkness recedes.
But tonight I wrap myself
in velvet-starred black.
Silence
You don’t notice the
absence of sound until you
strain to hear something.
Unemployed Christmas
Can days be merry
and bright? Jobs – like ornaments –
fragile, out of reach.
Ugly photo
She keeps it displayed
to remind herself that once
she didn’t know it
She watches me…
…create. Impatient
that I won’t pay attention
when I’m writing stuff.
Driving kids to camp
Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
Online debate
Listserv fight breaks out.
Among civil people, the
retorts well-researched.
Not among the 6%
“Let’s go to the beach!”
One kid, online, shrugs as the
other keeps texting.
“In a typical week, only 6 percent of children ages nine to thirteen play outside on their own.”
from The Option of Urbanism: Investing in a New American Dream by Christopher B. Leinberger
My biggest fan
Directed at me
all day it follows me from
room to room in heat.
a haiku a day 