3WW: Fog, Lenient, Struggle

Sand, like wet cement,
sucks at my sneakers
as I walk along the foggy

shore.

My sharp thoughts
cut through, separating
the halves of my

life.

I struggle forward
trying to make a decision
where only I will

win.

My lenient ways
have masked my true
feelings for so many

years.

A stray wave builds,
builds, fast, faster,
gains momentum,

slaps

me in the face, wakes
me up. I head home,
the same person, still

gray.


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Observations for Sunday Scribblings

Just a simple observation about taking a walk.
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The Last Night

The last night of vacation
is dark.
The stars’ eyes are gray
with tears.
The wind is cold
as I walk up
around the Russian Church.
Dead leaves chase me
like puppies trying
to nip at my feet.

I know I will have to get up
early the next morning
and that thought sits
in my stomach
like too much turkey dinner.

This walk is
an Alka Seltzer,
though:
a small burp of relief.

Walk

Sunday Scribblings for December 2, 2007

Walk
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I wait
while the lavender
evening
fades to gray
and then changes
into a little black
velvet dress
before
heading out
for my walk
each night.

I sip
the dark
whiskey
of fresh air
and nibble
on the Ritz
cracker
of the moon.

A little conversation
with myself,
a wave
at the stars
and this cocktail
party
is just the treat
I need
after
a busy day.