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Tag Archives: loss
Triage
When we run out of
batteries, we sacrifice
the TV remote.
Day after election day
I saw the losing
candidate cross
the empty parking lot.
Green home
Chuck tests our house for
energy efficiency.
We’re tight as a drum.
New furnace
Hadn’t realized the
thermostat had to be set.
Freezing at 60.
Preparations
Brought in the ficus
tree. Fallen leaves fly about.
Wind whispers, “snowfall.”
Globalization
Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.
Unsolved
Hate mail came today.
I ponder who’d wish me ill
via envelope.
Immobile
I’m sleeping on the
couch again. I write ’til late,
then collapse in place.
Fred Thompson.
No Ronald Reagan.
Stay on TV. Too bad your
friend’s a drug dealer.
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