washwords

I’m all knotted up
Disastrous case of twine flu
The cure: a good yarn

My pal’s back is hurt
Perhaps she has the spine flu
The cure: lay supine

Niece “bucket” age two
no shocker has caught “mine flu”
other tykes: adieu!

Complainin’ and mopey
I have the whine flu fer shure
Cure? methinks WINE flues!

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Debate? No debate?
Candidates love and love not
Lets get it started.

Metro whistlers, SHHHH!
Sometimes I wake up grumpy,
sometimes let him sleep

“solved.” without mccain.
it’s raining in washington
since obama left

snowdrifts of paper
email, voice-mail, lists to do
how to shovel out

and yet, even here,
even now, with so much flux
there is peace. in love.

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Peeking yellow, red
Tulips break the cold, dark, earth
Yet, still I shiver

Tired of winter
sniffling frozen noses
Grey, slow, roll of cloud

Yesterday, one ray
pierced straight through concrete path
I caught a glimpse: spring.

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Madness of the March.
Oh, b-ball, how I love thee.
Let the madness March

My love turned forty
frosting, tears, I’m still unsure
Do men live past then?

I dream of boats, snow
and wake to his touch, his heart
morning: he is here.

Day one, post forty
what a day: cake, b-ball, dogs
he’s happy, me too.

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