Sunflower

Sunflower Light

Sundown sunflower light.
Honeyed motes of pollen
a mist against
the rubbed rhubarb horizon.
Alive in me
Eternal high plains gold.

Sundown.
Sunflower light.
Honeyed motes of pollen
a mist against
rubbed rhubarb.
Horizon
alive in me.
Eternal. High plains gold.

Me alive
in honey light
rhubarb sky
and sunflowers.

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This Pen Don’t Write

It scrbbles.
It spells wrong.
It skips. Important stuff.
It tells. It’s supposed to show.
It assumes stuff–stuff like you should know what I mean.
It forgets the sensory details.
This is a damn lousy pen.
This pen don’t write.

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Puppies

Small Blessing

The mini blinds look like Ramen noodles,
It’s possible that we may need another rug,
A lamp cord lies severed from its plug,
The electric blanket ripped and ratty,
Papers on the floor chewed to confetti.
Yes, we are blessed with a new puppy.

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Troubleshooting

Troubleshooting is what I hate
Yet it’s often my fate
To spend the day
In a broken way

To tinker and sputter
But never discover
How to fix fast
What seems to last and last

I don’t need the aid
Of a merry maid
I need a report
From tech support.

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On sale now

Down the street
At the estate sale
Everything is
On sale now

Half-price

Down the street
At the estate sale
There’s no family
To want the

Years’ accumulation

Down the street
At the estate sale
Strangers pick
Through artifacts

Representing a life

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Church

Momma sat me down here
And I gotta be still
While the reverend up there
Flap his arms all over
Like a big old crow
Gotta have me some church

Lotsa ladies standin in the choir
Where Miss Louella singin bout Jeeesus
She sing loud and wobbly
Her mouth big as a cave
Sound like and old screech owl
Gotta have me some church

Jamie-boy he sittin
A couple rows down
He wiggle his ears to say hello
So his momma don’t pinch him
For for gawkin around
Gotta have me some church

Favor

Today’s topic: favor. My first 50 words . . .

As a favor,
Will you do this thing,
This tiny thing,
It’s not much.
Really.
Just this one tiny
Little
Thing.

Will you rub my
Aching feet?
They are oh so
Tired
And need a rub.

I know I ran
A marathon
In 100 degree heat.
You might think
I’m sweating and
Maybe even
Stinky.

But my feet are
tired and achy,
So, will you do
This
One
Little
Thing?