Beloved Grandson

Lucky Granddaughter

Kisses!

The What

Like the seasonal 

fretting of birds, their

riffs of maps and plans

friends at 11:30 p.m.

earnest, affectionate

suggest car pooling

and I honest with drink,

ennui and attachment 

to the one place and time 

--that I am ever unaccompanied and by myself save the ten minutes in the morning, on the chaise  with hot honeyed water. What? 

I'm never even alone in the bathroom anymore, accompanied as I am by entreaties and questions and barging-ins--

demur, characterizing myself 

to their surprise, possible affront 

as "So not a car pool person."

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Augury as August Ends

The earnestness in this enjoyment

--calm, confused schizophrenia

of trees, changes: everything.

And here--right here--a fibrillation

of notes and sighs, of animus.

Brutal brightness, laid bare.

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Starting September

There will be a story today--

for stories make better memories

alert as questions are the old ones

and distanced at every silence.

We have no capstones yet

and these corners are barely 

imaginary; no trumpets, better--

no victories--only stories.

One day soon, as we know

there'll be snow and television,

clumsy museums encased 

even more than their exhibits. 

For now flicker--babies, friends,

daily glories, automatique-- 

these sunrises of every day,

in skies hiding sudden heavens.

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That's Hot

It was hot today. Really hot. A hundred times hot. So hot that when one of Li'L A's cross country teammates demurred about running with his shirt off because he was too fat, he was told, "Dude, it's too hot for bad self esteem today." (HeHe, Gulp, and Sad Face all at once.)

Nevertheless Baby A's first day of nursery school followed by a potluck at her sweetly hippy-dippy institution of early learning. After I got home from work, I wore a sari and Baby A wore a scarf draped as a "half sari" over her trousers. (I wore my favorite Rosie the Riveter button as a sari brooch.)

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