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On Hold

There are eight callers ahead of me

The voice tells me again

I tell myself to take a breath

Attempt to count to ten

I wait and pace and wait and pace

My right ear’s getting hot

They say my call’s important

But it’s very clearly not

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#loveyourlibrary

I love my local library

I’d like to tell you why

But the energy for writing

Seems to be in short supply

So instead I’ll end this poem

Which I briefly undertook

Thanks to my local library

I’ll curl up with a book

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Generations

He taught me how to ride a bike

And how to drive a car

To always sauté spinach

But eat tomatoes how they are

How to tell a Monarch

From a Tiger Swallowtail

To always pick out postcards

And put them in the mail

How to float out in the ocean

And paddle a canoe

I hope I can do half as well

When I am teaching you

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I Miss the Men in Dress Shirts

I miss the men in dress shirts

Looking tidy with their ties

Coats of seersucker and poplin

Switch to tweed as Fall goes by

Belts that match their shoes

Tailored pants that fit just right

Those handsome men in dress shirts

Are the District’s finest sight

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Bedtime Tactics

At ten pm, she has an urge

To scrub the bathroom sink

Then she wants to eat an apple

And she wants some milk to drink

Then she has to use the potty

But through her plans I see

This kid’s never been a mama

But this mama once was three