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Category Archives: writing
May day
When’s the right time to
wash winter blankets? Last night
I saw snowflakes fall.
Rainy days
Earthworms emerge, splayed
across sidewalks, tender skin
snags on rough concrete.
Dog tired
Our longer springtime
walks knock him out. There he lies
fat happy fur child.
Long walk in sunshine
Dog is lagging yet
clear skies pale green leaves urge me
to linger longer.
10,000th hit
Who will you be, and
from where? What will have brought you
here – mere chance or choice?
Popemobile
He tours in a case
like an aged Ken, “mint in box”
they’d say on eBay.
First warm day
Rake leaves left over
from fall. Clean porch furniture.
Spring into action.
Hard Rock Cafe, Niagara Falls
All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.
Cave of the Winds tour
A romantic name
for a seagull poop splashed walk
among spray and rocks.
a haiku a day 