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This morning I couldgo inside, boot up the computer,pay my urologist’s bill,then change the oilin the lawn mower,then drive to the dump(now called the “Transfer Station”)and listen to Travis,who monitors the recycling bins,complain about his life,and then… There’s a lot I could dothis morning,but I think I’ll sit herein the shadewatching the lightslant through the Read more
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Was I Ever 23? If he knockedon the door would Ineed to smile,give him a hug andinvite him in? Should Ifeel close to himjust because we sharethe same birthday? What else do we havein common?Maybe our bones,but his are wrappedin smooth skin,and look at all that hairon his head. Family and friendsstill connect us, it’s Read more
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I feel your panic little guy!You jump, you leap, you want to fly Out of that barren waste of white,I see why you’re in such a fright! And with me looming in your sky,You must be sure you’re going to die. But, monster though I am to you,I’ve had to jump a time or two. Read more
Selected Poems by Tom Crider 