Monday, December 16, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
No finish line
Long after we carried the victors to the square
Cheering their feats so valiantly fleeting
Stacked the cones and folded the chairs
The forgotten race is just unfolding
as around the final mile comes a flashing
one passing the other fading
Sue and Gwen the last finishing
The tape is stretched and Gwen wins!
We pull the trophy from the box
Announce on the megaphone
the stage sweeper stops
The fleet long since gone
"To the runner up Sue Moody"
"And to the winner Gwen Roebuck"
The sweeper resumes his duties
Never once looking up.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Fall in Florida
Coming Storms
Always incoming
Always forming
To them running
Never learning
The boy languishes from a hang over
camping in woods with too many
tall necks
The wife lies beside puny
with a migraine
bought upon from
hours before a monitor
The mother wakes and forgets
the day it is
Puts on the Sunday dress
The sister impatiently corrects
a once meek mother
spits back
You are just as your father
the devil resides inside you
and so the hashing at
Huddle house must wait
the storm will not
and so
what I must do
I must do quickly.
Friday, December 13, 2013
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