My husband is on Facebook now.
He shares pictures of kittens
with me
and shows me posts with
funny tee shirts
and dad jokes.
This is rather like
watching a
prong-horned antelope
having high tea
or a construction worker
using doilies on the handles
of his jack hammer
Not wrong, exactly,
just very…
unexpected
Yesterday I saw
that the deer
who comes through the yard
stopped and snacked on
my hosta
leaving nothing but the
central vein of
each leaf, which,
I have learned
is called the rachis
just these
rachises sticking up
where each delicious
blue-green leaf had been
Now the “blue angel”
is nothing
but a cluster of spikes,
unappetizing bits
to a deer
That’s the price
I suppose
for building my home
so close to hers
Photo by Mary Bach
Once when I walked
through town.
People were busy living.
Streets were filled with cars,
sidewalks dotted with people.
Everyone was on the way
to somewhere else
Except for me.
I was just walking
and watching
Now, an occasional car
slips past,
sidewalks are empty.
The people are gone
except for me.
I’m just walking
and watching
This is for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 at Verse Escape.
There is no
Officer Friendly
in George’s neighborhood.
And
violence,
non-violence,
neither has worked.
Gandhi would be dismayed.
How can MLK RIP
with his dream
still such a long way off?
WTF?
Does our hope
for justice
reside
in a video camera
that shows the horror of
ourselves
to ourselves
in a world on fire?
RIP Mr. Floyd
This is for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 at Verse Escape.
