Pandemic furlough –
My Walden pond.
A chance to sit quiet
On a snowy couch
With Sandburg and
Whitman, and my great-
Grandmother who,
With silver thread,
Ties the past to my
Future roads. How
She loved Frost asking:
Which one will you
Take?
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Waiting for Alice
Waiting. Winter concise in tongue says,
“It will never happen. It can’t.”
Black birds chatty squeal
“She’s forgotten, she’s forgotten you” like
playground children in keep-away.
Wood floorboards beneath my spine reason
“Be content in memory, it is enough.”
I listen, and I wait.
Only the snowy owl, rare in visits, winks
“One day, one day. You’ll see.”
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