Todays and Yesterdays

Pink Shoes Nameless
Small child with father
explores at own pace
patience of a Sunday evening,
or hopefully a lifetime.
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CBF July 21, 2013
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Missing It
I remember how you laughed
that evening dropping me off downtown.
You were headed to Cambodia;
We were full of memories.
I regret not having asked you
Why?
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CBF July 21, 2013
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We All
Philadelphia summer cools one day after humid hot sweat dripping week,
week of wishing for suburban lawns with sprinklers
and swimming pools.
We all pray for rain, or
for bought luxuries that come with land,
or a car to borrow to drive to
or find
public pond, river, lake, stream, sea
access to something
reflecting us back and soothing.
We all pray for relief like water
we all pray for
relief.
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CBF July 21, 2013
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Casket
When the time came
we weren't ready.
We thought we knew goodbyes;
they were nothing.
In the middle of July I pass wrinkling tiger lilies
remembering how she sang over you
and cried.
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CBF July 21, 2013
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Getting to "Thank You"
When all else seems said
or no words can explain it further
just
gratitude.
Ever gratitude.
Thank him for listening
Thank her for being there
Thank them for saying something
Thank yourself for breathing.
There is nothing else that causes this kind of reflection
this inner satisfaction,
this quieting of everything.
Even the trees with each exhale sing it,
Thank You,
Thank You,
Live!
For
Thanks to You,
we are living.
CBF July 21, 2013