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In the Home Depot Parking Lot, a Young Man with His Phone in His Hands, Watched Something in the Sky Moving Above Him and He Took Pictures. I Looked Up. The Late Afternoon Sky Was Alive with Flocks of Birds. He Said He Loved Watching Birds.
In the Home Depot Parking Lot, a Young Man with His Phone in His Hands, Watched Something in the Sky Moving Above Him and He Took Pictures. I Looked Up. The Late Afternoon Sky Was Alive with Flocks of Birds. He Said He Loved Watching Birds. *** The refrigerator/ freezer in our garage stopped...
Three Long-time Older Friends Taking Their Daily Walk Holding Hands, One with a Cane, Their Usual Fourth Companion I Had Passed Earlier, as She Hurried Along the Sidewalk to Get to Church on Time
Three Long-time Older Friends Taking Their Daily Walk Holding Hands, One with a Cane, Their Usual Fourth Companion I Had Passed Earlier, as She Hurried Along the Sidewalk to Get to Church on Time *** One Saturday while on a morning walk, I saw up ahead an older couple with an older friend who I...
This Man, this Massive Mound of Flesh, Said to Come and Say Goodbye Before I Left & Years Before He was Born, When the Time Came for Another to Leave, for Us to Say Goodbye, I held Him Gently and Close
This Man, this Massive Mound of Flesh, Said to Come and Say Goodbye Before I Left & Years Before He was Born, When the Time Came for Another to Leave, for Us to Say Goodbye, I held Him Gently and Close *** ... he said to come and say goodbye before I left. I knocked softly twice and opened the...
Civil War Bullets & My Mom’s Sewing Thimbles in the Curio Box from Hallmark upon the Wall
Civil War Bullets & My Mom’s Sewing Thimbles in the Curio Box from Hallmark upon the Wall Among all the thimbles and the other little treasures and souvenirs within the wooden curio box from Hallmark, there are three bullets, souvenirs of a visit to one of at the seven American Civil War...
A Long Lament that I Wrote in the Cemetery, as Thanksgiving Approached, as I Sat in the Shade of a Tree near the Grave of my Parents, Turned into a Hymn of Praise and Thanksgiving when the Lord Bade Me to be Still.
A Long Lament that I Wrote in the Cemetery, as Thanksgiving Approached, as I Sat in the Shade of a Tree near the Grave of my Parents, Turned into a Hymn of Praise and Thanksgiving when the Lord Bade Me to be Still. Last year, as Thanksgiving approached, I went to the cemetery and sat in the...
Small Treasures – The Orange Fluffy Stuffed Cat – When She was Sitting Up in the Hospital Bed, with One Hand Resting Upon Her Cheek, She Would Just Stare in Peaceful Contemplation at the Orange Cat, that Sat in Quiet Repose Upon the Wooden Windowsill, Four Feet from My Mom’s Wondering Eyes
Small Treasures – The Orange Fluffy Stuffed Cat A fluffy orange stuffed cat, a source of comfort, though not the toy or comfort of a child, sits on the back of the sofa in my study, the only stuffed animal upon the green and wine-colored plaid sofa. The cat’s color is not overly...
The Broken Love Stone – If Love is Missing or Fractured, It is Then Like a Constellation Without Many of its Stars, and Those Stars Remaining Dimmed and Barely Visible.
The Broken Love Stone - If Love is Missing or Fractured, It is then Like a Constellation Without Many of its Stars, and Those Stars Remaining Dimmed and Barely Visible. I have walked by these stones, actually more like ceramic eggs, many times over the years on my long walks, with the stones at...
Waiting to Fly from Charlotte to Kansas City – A Story from a Gentle Man Spanning Many, Many Years
A Story from a Gentle Man Spanning Many, Many Years He was a gentle man, a kind, soft-spoken, older, thoughtful man, with manners and a quiet grace. He was by himself. I had left the seat beside him at the airport gate about ten minutes earlier to use the restroom before we started...