Saturday, May 20, 2017
Mountains
<BLANK May 2017 >
I open this blank poem
Years later after I started it
Many things happened since then
A list that does not fit in one page
In a poem
Plenty of water came down the Mountains
Plenty of times We went there
To walk them,
Breathe them
Enjoy them.
Maybe the best decision we made
Was to move here
Away from all.
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Friday, May 19, 2017
Invisible Gaps
It is Ir'n, daddy,
Corrects my boy as I speak
English with my Latin trained mind
He does not understand
I need to pronounce all letters I see
In the word Iron
His little mind tries, patiently,
to understand
Why I fail so misarably
At such an easy task
And he repeats effortlessly
It is Ir'n, daddy. Monday, May 01, 2017
Thank you for the fish
Time to add and sustract
How many days have we have lived
How many poems remain.
How many days have we have lived
How many poems remain.
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