Wednesday, December 23, 2015


One thing at a time... I tell my clients. One thing at a time... I tell myself.

I thought I’d written today
Then realized
That was yesterday.
The grief has begun its way
Into my head.
There it is.
I thought I’d escaped it.
Oh bother
I think
Like Winnie the Pooh
Even like Eeyore.
This timing is unfortunate.
The garbage and recycling trucks
Make their way through the neighborhood.
The cats on opposite chairs
Glare at each other.
So far I have decorated
By hanging a cowbell on the front door,
Filled a large glass vase
With nuts
Even perched a reindeer
On top.
That’s it.
I thought I’d written.
Now I have.

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