I’m
climbing a
ladder
hauling
hefty
buckets of tar sealant to the rooftop.
Then I begin
scooping,
spreading,
patching,
thinking,
that
nothing says shack ownership,like fixing a roof leak.
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She calls herself a mutt.
Mix
Dutch
Portuguese
Amazon Indian
Black
Her broken English never holds her back.
Came from a dictatorship turned Socialist experiment when lawyers and dentists drove taxicabs.
Now lives in a country where the sky is the limit if one breaks their back.
She is an American.
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Daybreak
Doves dart from ancient gigantic ficus tree.
Today
Unlucky one dies because no match for the falcon’s speed.
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Driving
Old
Truck
Collecting
Metal Trash
Selling for a small amount of cash
Many
Do not look my way
Maybe
Afraid
Thinking
They could also end up picking through garbage one day.
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Midnight
Sitting
on a Mexican blanket
drinking cocoa and coffee
watching
the waves
crash against the rocks.
Thinking about how
plummeting
into the depths of failure,
surviving,
regrouping,
and charging back,
is more beneficial
than
always
winning.
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Watching
his car burn
on the side of the freeway,
he decided
it was time to take a long holiday.
Strong wind
Light rain
Coconuts fall on metal tool shed with a bang
Hanging gong continues to clang
Wind chimes dance and shriek
Waterbed starting to leak
Impossible to sleep
Tide Rolls out
Leaving behind seaweed clinging to the rocks
Exposed to hot sun
Dependent
On the ocean
For life to carry on
Yogurt
Topped
With blueberries and honey
Three-way organic concoction
Cools down my tummy
The old gambler
Lived in a small pool cabana
At a rundown motel
On Miami Beach
One evening
We drank several beers
Eat his homemade potato salad and kielbasa on the grill
When it was time for me to leave
Never again would we meet
The old gambler said:
“Save some of your coins so you do not end up broke like me”
I live in the backroom
Rent is cheap
Easy to sleep
Morning trips to the big-box store
Purchase
Extra-large frozen pizza
Two liter plastic bottle of soda pop
No longer bang the drum
Spirit gone
I pulled out a twenty
Retail clerk said
“Sorry sir
We no longer accept paper money
Pay only with your phone
All purchases must be known
The Watchful Satan
Is always with us
So we are never alone”
Pot of lamb stew
Bottle of Malbec
Greek peperoncini
Warm rye bread
Soon
Bellyful
Ready for bed
Five days heavy rain
No beach, but roof does not leak
Glad shack on high ground
Afternoon rainstorm
Lost all of my energy
Maybe take a nap
Coming into the Hermit’s library
Wife
Said
“I cannot take it any longer”
“I need to dust this place”
Armed
With a box full of dusters
We cleaned a few shelves of books
Then
She
Started sneezing
And
Needed to take a break
Saved
By an allergy attack
Until
Next time
The flourishing 90’s
The good life
Would not end soon
Dollars
Scooped up with a gigantic dustpan and broom
Swinging back and forth
Moving mountains of hay with a pitchfork
Shifting sand
Globalization
Moved across the land
Jobs have disappeared
Elites
Now offer peasants
Handkerchiefs
To wipe away the tears
Spraying glass cleaner
Wiping with a soft cloth
Mirror
Of
My
Mind
Spotless
Dark clouds everywhere
Strong wind blows them away
Only 10 a.m.
Hot sun fills the stage
Perfect beach day
On the steps of Krak Des Chevaliers
Walking with a cane
Hauling her oxygen tank
The old lady said
“Travel while you’re young”
Many balls in air
Busy
Not going anywhere
Purchased
New sneakers
I go round and round the track.
Faster
Faster
Faster
Wind is blowing on my back.
What is it all for?
I cannot think straight.
Change needed
Before too late
She is an enigma who moves effortlessly in the dark.
Far Away
From Curious eyes
Studied
The art of disguise
Always
In control
Of her mystery life
I was hurt
To gain advantage
You came running to give me a bandage.
I turned around
You sneaked inside without making a sound.
Filling your pockets
With valuables found
Our eyes met and at that time
I was unaware of the crime.
Saigon
Restaurant
Eating
Extra large bowl of pho
Looking
Out the front glass window
I see a lady
With a hand out
Holding her child
Staring at me
Holes side of roof
Mama Opossum and babies
Live inside rent-free
Bromeliad dies
Land replenished new pups grow
Hot wet days begin
Surf carving away rocks
Sun resting for the day
Alone on the beach
Time to leave
Folding towel
Walking away
No more negative thoughts
Strong wind heavy rain
Ocean waves erode past
Pain gone now have clear path
Drinking hot chocolate
Watching snow fall on rock garden
No rush to leave
Heliconia
Queen of tropical garden
Hummingbird’s best friend
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