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Seasons Within Seasons

I. It was just a little piece of summer Late, after the hottest heat had gone When we met on our bikes in the schoolyard And circled around in the sun I knew you and you knew me Your sis … Continue reading

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Evening Post, July 5, 2015

You know when the best days of my life were?  You won’t guess it.  You were too little to know it.  You were about eight or nine years old then.  I was working shift work at the plant then and … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, April 8, 2015

  . Summer Romance: 1965 . We were just kids And it was summer Who knows how we got together Maybe I asked my friend to tell a friend of yours. . Whose car was it that we had half … Continue reading

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Morning Post, February 18, 2015

It hasn’t been this cold here for a long time.  Single digits, and I can’t find my hat.  It’s time to leave for work.   I open the closet and search frantically in the years of sediment of wool and cotton on … Continue reading

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Morning Post: February 12, 2015

The School Library, Part 2 The other thing that I found that one could do in the library on those early mornings was this: nothing.  One could cross his arms before him on the table and rest his head and … Continue reading

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Noonday Post, February 11, 2015

THE SCHOOL LIBRARY The whole idea of a study hall was foriegn to me.  To actually have an hour in the schoolday where you were not being lectured or writing or taking a test.  To have an hour unsupervised where … Continue reading

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Morning Poem, September 27, 2014

  What ghosts there are in this morning fog Who hear the old music and sing the old songs Who remember this town in a far better day When men built and planted And harvests were great.

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First Job

I was fourteen that summer and the guy who had the route went to Canada for the whole month of August. He wouldn’t give the job to me; he had his own reasons for that. I did not agree with … Continue reading

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Stealing Time, Stealing Beauty

The best days of summer were after school had started.  I knew this and no one else did.  While the other kids were wrapped up in football and band and decorating for the fall dances – all those things that … Continue reading

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evening poem, september 20, 2014

Walking To School   In the first years there were no sidewalks. We walked to school along a dusty path that ran along the blocks Under the shade of the maples The worn smooth avenue interrupted now and then By … Continue reading

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