Might Be Long Covid?



It’s the inner world
That calls to me, the outer
Sucks my energy.

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It’s Different Now


My healthy choices
Had angry fuel as a child.
They don’t need that now.

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Found Some Old Letters and OMG It’s True



I have spent my life
Striving to avoid having
To cook for myself.

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Jeopardy — For the Jackpot


Festering pustule
On the butt of the US:
What is Donald Trump?

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Transubstantiation? Consubstantiation?



Episcopalians
Offered a gluten-free choice.
Wait — isn’t it flesh?

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Things I Say to Myself While Walking in the Buggy Woods*

Love the path you’re on
It’s everything that you have
When all’s said and done.


* I say this to Caleb, too. He doesn’t understand English, but I think he already knows…

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A Slightly Hypochondriacal Boomer Prepares Mentally for Her Annual Physical




Possibility
Of immortality — it’s
There until it isn’t.

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And today, two…


Welcome challenges
Open up warm hearts and minds
Softening to strength.

Powerful places
Out in the hemlock-strewn woods
Offering themselves.

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Opening




Springtime’s tender shoots,
They used to frighten me in
Their fragility.

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Old Mother Lode II




She’d no boundaries
Of thought, word or deed, so I
Must create my own.

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