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Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Observation - August 2nd, 2017, Wednesday

It was dark, deep dark
In the middle of the night
The witching hour passed

My cat is sleeping
She is curled up on her chair
She does little else

There is a rattle
Noises come from the upstairs
The house is creaking

A car rolls past, bass
Booming down the avenue
The bars have let out

I woke too early
I came to my desk to write

My fingers tapping

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Observation - July 2nd, 2017, Sunday

Observation

The light is soft in the morning.

The house is quiet…the city is quiet.

People have left town for the holiday that is coming.

It is Sunday morning, and there is parking available on the street in front of my house.

The birds are talking to each other.

My lady is still asleep behind the closed door of the bedroom.

Kitty is in the big window watching the wind blow through wisteria.

The smell of gunpowder still lingers in the air,

            The residue of 2:00 am revelry.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Observation - June 2nd, 2017, Friday

The morning sun is streaming in through my kitchen window

Reflecting off a stack of boxes against my book case

The morning sun is bright, and flashing

The day promises to be sunny hot

There is a for sign in the yard next to the sidewalk

It says for sale

I anticipate the footfall of strangers

Walking through my domicile

There are transition coming, I can see them

My cat is sleeping blissfully

Unaware


Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Observation - May 2nd, 2017, Tuesday

Observation

It is 4:00 am, and dark in the morning
The house is cold and quiet
It is wet outside, after days of rain
And snow

Kitty is curled up on the back of her chair
Her white chin resting on her white paws
I can hear her breathing
The low rumble as she shifts and turns
She ignores the news cast I am watching
More interested in the clicking of my fingers

            Typing

Monday, April 10, 2017

Observation, April

Observation, April

The April sun streams
Today is a month for fools
And birds clamoring

Gravity bends sunlight
Striking soft, the rounded world
It is cool outside

Kitty is sleeping
Twitching, dreaming of bird friends
Feathered play and bones

Withered apples fall
Dark red fruit cast to the ground
As small as cherries

#NPRpoetry
#Poetry
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#April

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Observation - April 2nd, 2017, Sunday



There is laughter peeling from behind the closed door.

The sun is climbing behind a soft gray sheet of clouds.

The talking heads are chirping about treason, and lies.

The robins are chirping for each other, oblivious, free.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

March 2nd, 2017, Thursday, Observation



It is 5:00 am and the city is stirring.
I have been awake for a few hours writing.
My cat is sleeping in the window,
Half lidded and watching.
There are rabbits on the lawn in the frosted morning.
The news is of the Attorney General lying,
Lying to the Senate under oath.
My lady is on the couch drinking coffee.
We are talking about the news, and wondering,
Is there a place for justice at the table in March.

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Observation - February 2nd, 2017, Thursday



Observation

There is a blanket of white noise over everything

It is the humidifier in my apartment, droning

It is the news cycle Trumpeting, trumpeting

The outrage of billionaires…wailing like babies

Demanding, white power, white privilege

There is a blanket of white noise over everything

The humidifier in my apartment is useful

It helps me breathe

The trumpeting of demagogues is smothering me