Books of Poems
Thought the sound was the fridge
or the pipes or someone
knocking at my door
I went outside to look around
and there they were
red, black and white
flipping woodpeckers
pecking the roof
So I stomped and yelled
and quickly they fled
up to the birches above my head … Read more »
I remember walking out
of the tight angry heat
of my father’s house
after his stinging looks
of disapproval
In shorts and tee shirt
I needed to walk out
into the wooded canyon
in the fierce heat of the day
to escape the pain … Read more »
Triple digits today
It is a long way home
in the heat
We huddle hot and
cooling in the house
drinking chamomile and hibiscus tea
on ice
A thousand whispers
funnel through my mind
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