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The Last Day April 29, 2013
Day Twenty-Five April 25, 2013
25. Full moon tonight.
Day Twenty-Four April 24, 2013
Today’s prompt was to write a self-portrait poem inspired by anagrams of one’s name. The words I ended up using were: A Zombi Meekly Hell Let
24. In case of zombie apocalypse,
I will not run into the street to give ‘em hell,
Or meekly let the end take me.
When the news reports fall in line –
the strange virus, the attacks, the flickering of the lights –
I will open up my window and step out onto the roof.
With a cup of coffee and a blanket against the rain,
I will lay back and watch the stars
with all the aggression I can muster.
To hell with these monsters – let them come,
I will not stand meekly by
and let them take all the beauty from this world.
Day Twenty-Three April 23, 2013
23. I think
the great plan must allow a pet for every person to grow up with,
and a person for every pet to grow old with.
When it first happened to Sam – this lightening of bones and body,
I was too young to know what it meant.
Now that Mindy, too, is becoming lighter with every breath,
it seems that the burdens she shouldered as a young cat
- as a friend to a young person -
are shedding away in great clumps like winter fur;
all the tears I poured into her shoulder,
the many nights awake with only the June bugs for company,
are becoming part of myself again. It’s only the old tears, recycled,
that come when I dwell upon the years we’ve spent together.
I have an idea for tomorrow, but it is now late. I will instead present a haiku inspired by a visit to a very special lady today:
22. Venerable cat
Holds court before her subjects.
Forever yes, BUB!
Day Twenty-One April 21, 2013
21. All ready to go; I have iced tea in case we get thirsty,
Pens and notepaper if inspiration rolls in through the open window,
A camera, so that the things we see in the rearview mirror
Will always be close. And the one thing he wants me to have ready
is a place to park when we get there.
Day Twenty April 20, 2013
20. Friends in a dark room,
when they arrive, children, homework and bills are stripped off at the doorstep;
they go lightly into an atmosphere swimming
with inside jokes and secrets.
Friends in a dark room, watching TV together,
have no sense of the concept of distance.
they did, once,
but that too waits at the door, and will wait awhile longer.