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I gaze up at night
to see the moon gazing
back at me
its muted light barely
cuts the darkness
it does not get the acclaim
the daytime sun garners
we do not lay under its
glow – soaking up rays
instead we sleep while
it keeps guard
it is unique in the sky
does it get lonely
I gaze up at night
and ask the man I see
if it is worth the sacrifice
—
Just Jot It January 13th – sacrifice
Imaginary Garden – The Tuesday Platform
Oh, this marvelous skull
it covers the best and
worst of me – holds
emotions I share and
those I keep secret
This boney vessel
keeps every moment
I’ve ever experienced
It sends messages to
the rest of me
messages I never hear
And some where
hidden safely inside
this rounded bit of
skeleton I find my muse
—
Just Jot It January 12th – skull
she can’t let go
of papers, books,
things I think is
junk
she can’t let go
of plastic bags
single gloves and socks
worn out shoes
she can’t let go
everything has a memory
attached to it
some say she’s nuts,
a hoarder,
irresponsible
who am I to judge
—-
Just Jot It January 10th – sane
(are you humming?)
there is a whole tiny
universe going about
the business of living –
and dying –
finding food
hooking up (blush)
defending territory
a small world that
goes unnoticed
unless you slow down,
stop to quietly observe
every summer
a small world exists
on my milkweed
—–
Jusy Jot It January 9th – title
She is a rule follower
even when no one is looking
she reuses and recycles
cleans up after her dog
checks in on elderly
neighbors – she is
also elderly
she keeps her word
returns library books
on time
she’s paid her dues
in this hard life
and still she laughs
she is an honorable
woman
——
Just Jot It January 8th honorable
I sit behind a glass
a window pane
looking out at
my barren garden
longing for sun and warmth
longing to dig in the earth
longing for green shoots
pushing always upwards
longing for blossoms
longing even to do battle
with varmints and bugs
longing for the robust
harvest that follows
a gardeners toil
—–
whimsical pirate ships
fire breathing dragons
bunnies and kittens
two lovers kissing
on a bright blue canvas
finger paintings in the sky
——-
I will not make a buck-
et list
all things I’d like to do
someday
then tick them off
one by one
until my bucket’s
empty and I am left
instead I will drop some-
thing into my bucket
each day
a kind deed, an adventure
with a four year-old,
a trip, a concert, an un-
expected email,
lunch with a friend
oh, I’m sure there will be big
surprises in my bucket too
and when I reach the end
of this life
I will spill out all the
wonders my bucket
holds, smiling in
gratitude for my full bucket
——
Just Jot It January – bucket list
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what breed of dog do I think I would be
if everything changed and I were not me
a shepherd, a collie, of maybe a pug
I hope not ’cause they look like they just ate a bug
maybe a labrador, or an afghan
but never a bloodhound or a newfoundland
I guess I would be a small red dachshund
for I too am compact, built close to the ground
——
Just Jot It January – dachshund
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