Monday Fog

 Monday Fog

I, with broken sleep,
and this warm thawing morning,
stumble to a start.

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Sunday Shake

 Sunday Shake

Dish washing. Dancing.
Daughter walks in, makes a face,
Then backs out slowly.

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Parentalia

 Parentalia

Candles and incense, 
Milk, honey, wine, and small cakes
Prayer and memory...

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Practice

Practice 

A flash of anger,
I note it. I smother it.

Restoring my mind. 

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Close Call

Close Call

An old truck pulls out
and dies before it can cross,
I slam on my brakes. 

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Ask yourself

 Ask Yourself.

It is said that a man can change his stars,
and can change his path delivered by fate,
that he must simply reach out and take charge
and transform his life into something great.
By sheer will alone, and daily life’s deeds,
no matter the cards he holds in his hand,
he can do more than barely meet his needs,
he can hold prosperity in his command.
So why shouldn’t I try to change my own,
to change the path that I have been walking,
to cast off these chains and aim for the throne,
to ignore the masses and their mocking?
Why should I care for mocking cold and shrill
when not one of their words pays for my bills?

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Lost

 Lost 

Trying to catch up
in a world speeding on by,
full tilt with no breaks. 

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