Fri, 28 Jan 2005
Indistinguishable
The blizzard has made
the buried cars look like
slightly large snowbanks.
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Hands
The old lady's hands
are pinched and crinkled, layered
with wrinkles of age.
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Tue, 25 Jan 2005
Coming
You see it coming,
but it's still wrenchingly hard
when at last it comes.
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Narrow Sidewalk
The sidewalk became
a thin walkway in between
high walls of packed snow.
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The Camraderie of Work
An old man and I
shovel out cars and sidewalks
and tell long stories.
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Mon, 24 Jan 2005
Two Feet
The whole world just stops
as everyone marvels at
two feet of new snow.
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Sun, 23 Jan 2005
Snowstorm with an iPod
Music in my ears,
untrodden snow on the ground,
dancing in the street.
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Sat, 22 Jan 2005
Over an Hour
Despair, fear, and pain,
waiting for over an hour
for a sad meeting.
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Fri, 21 Jan 2005
Real Estate Sign
The real estate sign
creaks quietly when it's blown
by the gentle breeze.
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Thu, 20 Jan 2005
Fresh-Falling Snow
The fresh-falling snow
dawdles in the air and then
sparkles on the ground.
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Wed, 19 Jan 2005
Dodgeball
The kids run around
the gym, hurling yellow balls
hard at each other.
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Collective Groan
The collective groan
of kids who do not want to
follow a bad plan.
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Tue, 18 Jan 2005
James
His grooving amble
and his easy smile ignore
the coming shitstorm.
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Mon, 17 Jan 2005
Cleo
The little pig-dog
makes growling gnawing noises
while the movie plays.
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Good Work I Have Loved
The imminent end
of this good work I have loved
fills me with sadness.
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Sun, 16 Jan 2005
Saturday Night II
A well-dressed drunk man
kicks an abandoned blue shirt.
His girl makes him stop.
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Stage Presence
The guy playing bass
seems older and more tired
than the upbeat band.
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Cambridge
A little village,
my Cambridge, if I but know
where all my friends are.
written after finding friends
at three different parties
on a Saturday night
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Sat, 15 Jan 2005
One Puddle
It takes one puddle,
only one, to make dry shoes
feel completely soaked.
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Fri, 14 Jan 2005
A Bimulous Night
The fog swirls around,
catching the streetlight's orange glow;
the dark tree behind.
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The World Is Hidden
From the bridge I see
only the unbroken grey
of the opaque fog.
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Thu, 13 Jan 2005
A Storm Ahead
At that same moment
when everything seems peaceful,
a terrible change.
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Tue, 11 Jan 2005
Exhaustion II
A strange exhaustion
creeps up on me. I stagger
sadly through the day.
written after finishing
Brendan Halpin's Losing My Faculties
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Mon, 10 Jan 2005
Night's End
She hugs me awhile
at night's end--she wants something,
but it's not to kiss.
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Dinner with Jessica
Jess and I, we dine
on pasta, chicken, mushrooms,
cooked in cheap white wine.
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Sun, 09 Jan 2005
Alone
A whole day alone,
my first in weeks, unwinds me
while it renews me.
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Sat, 08 Jan 2005
Three Points
The boys' three point shots
arc languidly through the air,
then swish...or hit rim.
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Fri, 07 Jan 2005
Dinner with Kitt
Mushroom risotto
doused with shiraz and also
Kitt's quick funny thoughts.
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Thu, 06 Jan 2005
Between Snowstorms
The relaxed melting
of the last snowstorm makes way
for the next snowstorm.
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Tue, 04 Jan 2005
Broken Breaks
Conversation shushed
by the gnashing grating sound
each time the car breaks.
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Bare Feet II
In the cold and wet,
my bare feet lose sensation
but the road still hurts.
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Sun, 02 Jan 2005
Rise of Meeting
At rise of meeting,
friendly talking crescendos--
it's almost relieved.
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Sat, 01 Jan 2005
After the Party
After the party,
bustling, cleaning, hangovers,
tired eyes, wrinkled clothes.
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New Year's Morning
New Year's morning,
sun rising over the Charles,
the dawn's old quiet.
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Kiss
The conversation stops,
we kiss gently four times and then
pretend we didn't.
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Very Good
My hair is parted,
My suit is black, my shirt white.
I look very good.
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Old Fashioned
In my undershirt,
shaving to make muttonchops,
I feel old-fashioned.
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