Democratic medians
between the black gray
Ribbons of Republican highways
Ike got it done but She
made it work
Bright wild color
in the wild space left
Between the ordered broad lanes
Evens west and Odds north
6/3/05
See: http://www.wildflower.org/
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Friday, June 03, 2005
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Jacob's Ladder
A ladder, a bridge, a portal
connecting us, as the song says,
with the company of saints and angels
who went before us.
How wonderful we too
are among the covenant people
by the words of the God
of the creation, of Abraham,
of Moses and of David,
the God who died and rose
so we could be free.
Genesis 28:12-14
5/30/05 21:58
connecting us, as the song says,
with the company of saints and angels
who went before us.
How wonderful we too
are among the covenant people
by the words of the God
of the creation, of Abraham,
of Moses and of David,
the God who died and rose
so we could be free.
Genesis 28:12-14
5/30/05 21:58
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Yard Salad
With an old newspaper
for a plate and
water from the hose
for dressing
for a plate and
water from the hose
for dressing
Four junior chefs,
three to ten,
yanked and threshed a yard salad
from the rain drenched
and shower fed
field beside our in-town home
three to ten,
yanked and threshed a yard salad
from the rain drenched
and shower fed
field beside our in-town home
Clover, dandelion, plantain
and grasses of varying length,
with dirt included bodily,
heaped on the makeshift platter,
stirred with pine and oak,
until they were ready
for the presentation
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Edited March 15, 2024
Yard Salad – v2
Yard Salad
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Tired
I could see her tired
even under the closed lids
of her sleeping face
Body hugged under the covers
Her face toward mine
as I jot these lines
Peace rising with the
rise and fall of the comforter
covering her body
falling into deepening sleep
5/30/05 21:39
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even under the closed lids
of her sleeping face
Body hugged under the covers
Her face toward mine
as I jot these lines
Peace rising with the
rise and fall of the comforter
covering her body
falling into deepening sleep
5/30/05 21:39
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Finger Shower
Our little helper,
all of three,
upset I was washing the broiler pan -
without her
Move over Dad!,
She commanded,
as she pushed me aside,
so her stepstool
could plant in the middle
of the space before the sink
Craning on tiptoes
hands and arms cresting the countertop
just enough so she could help
Scrubbing the greasy pan,
fresh from the barbecue
the night before,
with a sponge that
swirled the sudsy water
mostly.
After, her little hands,
cupped in my left,
giggled under the finger rain
of the sprayer in my right
5/30/05 21:34
all of three,
upset I was washing the broiler pan -
without her
Move over Dad!,
She commanded,
as she pushed me aside,
so her stepstool
could plant in the middle
of the space before the sink
Craning on tiptoes
hands and arms cresting the countertop
just enough so she could help
Scrubbing the greasy pan,
fresh from the barbecue
the night before,
with a sponge that
swirled the sudsy water
mostly.
After, her little hands,
cupped in my left,
giggled under the finger rain
of the sprayer in my right
edited April 10, 2015
Finger Shower – v2
5/30/05 21:34
Finger Shower
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poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005,
2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights
reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage.
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