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Breakfast At The All-U-Can-Eat Buffet

We could solve anything given enough good coffee,
oatmeal and crispy home fries. Let’s begin with eggs,
over easy like morning brunch advice from my old friend.
She tells me the cure for worry is this:
Instead of arguing with the world,
or sending it lists of urgently needed repairs,
Write a list of each day’s moments
Be selective. Don’t take every single thing on the buffet.
Stick to moments as lit up as a neon diner sign on a rainy night highway,
moments like matches struck in the cave of a dark mood,
or even, she says, pointing with her oatmeal-covered spoon,
moments like this, with fresh blackberries for breakfast

Public Service Announcement, Regarding Rabbits

At the discount housewares store
this five dollar mug with a painted on
brown and blue rabbit reminded me
(of a picture or a memory) of a
happy childhood. So, I bought it.
Wouldn’t you? I brought it home
washed it at the kitchen sink and
tested it with herbal tea.
Reader, it worked.
I felt safe and sleepy, filled with
the scent of sun warmed grass.
I realize this may have been the tea talking.
But still, isn’t it worth the gamble?
So now I offer this to you
whoever you are. Come by anytime
when you need to remember or imagine
your own happy childhood
you’re invited over
to sip it from the blue bunny mug

Morning with Max

was how the poem started its story

But here is
how it really was:
No poem at all until
your cats, lonely for you,
crowded my lap
pushing papers aside
and the poem, only a small poem
drifted in on its
little cat feet
calling itself
(in the self-important way
of some small poems)
as we sat together
new snow fell calm
and beautiful with
no fanfare at all

February, Monday

Quiet, few and far
between them
minutes or miles
houses or hours
stretch themselves
from horizon to clock face
and back again
miles or minutes
something is ticking and
making a soft whirring sound
as it slowly goes by

January 30

driving through the dark
steering with one hand
searching coat pockets
for a tissue. How much time
we spend in the dark, in the cold,
racing forward while still searching
hoping to find something

Factory Lights

Factory lit up
brick framed windows
warm against the dark.
A banner waves in the wind,
proclaims,We’re Hiring!

At the other end of town
brick high school shelters
those preparing for the journey

Something small and swift
maybe a house cat
maybe a young fox
runs across the road
making its escape

cozy is a snow day

I move nearer the window to write with a view to the east. Instead of sunrise, day drifts in with a gradual graying, dark to light. After an hour…after two, still in pajamas with steaming mug of coffee and streaming ink of words. The few cars passing are hunched in snow, headlights on.
Next up, yoga and cocoa and springtime thaw.

even the snow plow
shushes along
muffled by winter

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