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Samantha’s Daily Poem

August 13, 2011

Ode to beets



Their legs poke up
into the blatant wind
ruffled skirts
pink and green party dresses
and they bury
their heads
crimson with shyness
they blush
at putting on such
a brazen show.

August 12, 2011

Ode to tears



He cried
for the first time
in decades
in bed
just before
he died.
It was exquisite
he whispered
to her
I never realized
my heart
knew
thirst.

August 11, 2011

His black socks



She sorts his black
socks into a pile
on the bed
pairs them up
carefully
just like they do in the store
rolling the tops
together.

He often says he can’t believe
she loves him that much
she would hunt
for each matching sock
that when he opens his
sock drawer
and there they are
perfect sets of woollen lumps
he is astounded
every time
at his good fortune.

It was inevitable
she would love him
but the ritual
of reuniting
his black socks
is more about her
than him.

In a perplexing world
it is soothing
to erase five minutes of the day
with her hands
inside the warm tubes of fabric
looking for matching patterns
a mild puzzle
she knows
she will solve.

August 10, 2011

Why old people read obituaries



Tennyson said that we are a part
of all that we have met.

Bits of me
carried off
what have you each done
with me?

Do you hold that semester delicately
the train ride through Spain
is it dusty and neglected
trumped by all that has come after
the stranger at the park yesterday
how did you categorize me
mother
someone’s wife
cute girl
nice lady.

Perhaps this is why
old people read
obituaries.

They are anxious to know
when the pieces of
their past
their selves
are returned to
sender.

August 9, 2011

One day I will write letters



One day I will write letters
to all the people
I have loved
not quite well enough.

I will fill them fast
my pen staying just ahead
of the shyness.

There will be relief
when the packages are all gone
my emotions emptied
like writing a will
the eerie tidiness of attending
to the details
that will abide
somehow
when I no longer
am.

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