How Light Arrives
Like the flutter of metallic wings
Pausing and emerging on the horizon
Tentatively pulsing before me
Forming and erasing shadows
Nature’s early morning light show
Wondering why coffee tastes best
In the early morning hours
When owls stop hooting
And frogs welcome the day
The newspaper freshly creased and unread
As colors emerge from filtered grays
Clarity is not yet necessary
The day’s lurking rhythms and phases
Full of tantalizing surprises
Savoring the first of the sun’s rays
Pledge Allegiance to Pops
No one was hairier than Pops
A public Sasquatch
A rumored resting place for small birds
And slithery creatures
He shed
Everywhere
The family insisted he shower last
Roto-Rooter on speed dial
For Flag Day an older imbecile
A patriotic crone
Who lived alone
Stitched a speedo swimsuit
Of stars and stripes
Forever
Pops wore proudly to the beach
Puffed up hairy mass with a
Patriotic crotch
Napping in the sun
Dreaming of smooth-skinned pleasures
From time to time raising the flag
In somnolent salute
Pledging allegiance
For Trish
You quietly left lemons
on my front porch
simple kindness
without ceremony or pretense
like the universe in which you lived
always with sweet intentions.
You walked everywhere
searching for distinctive clothes
a personal trademark: your whimsey
humor, grace and coordinated outfits
sharing your happiness
like radiant suns
colorful and remembered.
You left
like the quiet
disturbed no more
you eased away.
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