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Not Throwaway

I asked 
the poinsettia
do you like it here,
do you want to live here 
all year round on that ledge
surrounded by the resurrected orchids?

cc: Chagall 2022
The year she mentioned was so long ago
that when she asked how old I'd been then,
it was easier to count up from my birth date,
but not so young that I had to count backwards

cc: Chagall 2022

Cracker Jack

After having taken multiple handfuls,
I am now skilled in shaking the green
container that holds the golden candy
caramel popcorn, such that the kernels
fluff-up in volume, covering my tracks

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dear dan fogelberg 

my old singing friend!

oh, how I miss you and 
the times she and I spent 
harmonizing your songs, 
you went from young
with dancing shoes to
dead and gone, so quickly,
at least in my mind

was it like that for you as well?

Love when you can
Cry when you have to
Be who you must
That's a part of the plan

you sang, promised that 
one day we'd all understand
and then suddenly you got old

at least in my mind

was it like that for you as well...

or did we all get old? 

and then you passed
off to the Netherlands

away to  captured angels

danny, we've all since gotten older

with love,
triplet brother (different mother)

cc: Chagall 2022

In Cerebra

I love that your room still smells of you,
as the attic did of that summer 

I can't quite discern what it is,
whether your hair, a lotion, or simply you,
it pervades the air on these warmer days,
though it's been years

I close my eyes and ride the time,
tide will take me back again, 
the well-worn aroma helps me
push to birth your memory

Once born,
I shall never
open my eyes

cc: Chagall 2022
The other day I came across
an old video - VCR type - 
I made many years ago, my parents
and my children hovering over
a Papier-mâché volcano,
as they take turns pouring 
vinegar into its crater to 
make baking soda and
dish-soap foam over, eruptions 
of laughter from the four of them, 
young and old, at Vesuvius bubbling 
away on the porch table

It occurs to me though, today,
that the area caught on film where 
this is all taking place - the porch
- was not constructed until after 
my Dad passed away, with money
he had left me

cc: Chagall 2022
The more lights I turn off,
the less sad the room is

cc: Chagall 2022