School

i learned there’s no guilt
like the guilt of motherhood
my Tuesday lesson

tossing and turning
don’t turn remorse into gold
they make me feel old

whispers in the hall
worse than when i was in school
oh wait–i’m here. school.

we mock others’ pain
forgetting our own swallows
mixed up with sorrows

three deaths, intervention
wrap up semester’s longing
for life, a new life

we all want sunsets
bright red-circle memories
to bring back our youth

then we’d be in school
that captive institution
we couldn’t flee from

my Tuesday lesson:
mouth shut, sunsets disappear
mouth open, truth shines

Still

post-holiday blues
hit harshly with shocking news
life is bought… and used

i want to reach her
change winter into summer
make her heart stronger

instead i break words
exchange lies for the absurd
to still what they’d heard

it is a mistake
the asked-for silence i break
lies i cannot take

they’ll still question me
my face burning by degrees
bring me to my knees

have i lost a friend?
or would this have been her end?
demons she will tend

on the other side
of the shadow where she hides
i’m still on her side

La Casa de Bernarda Alba

for oppressed women
suicide is the answer
to questioned love

Breaking Point

Friday before break
in the land of exciting
reading on the couch

his war words haunt me
how slow and painful, peace
yet so undeadly

happy hour laughs
and three bickering daughters
wish they were babies

this sums my Friday
balance between love and war
lord let us find peace

La Única Raza: Humanidad

with I-dare-you stance:
If Congress has a problem?
Then just pass a bill

finally some guts
i’ve been waiting six years to
meet my President

to me, they’re my kids
being ripped from mama’s arms
that’s why i hear him

please just pass a bill
bipartisan human love
to connect us all

Chemical Wordfare

for liberty’s sake
chemicals dropped from the sky
burn the communists

our government saves
the young boys it sent to war
now dying old men

but in Viet Nam?
cancer, deformities, death
are all we offer

Monday’s lesson stings
the words of a war veteran
burn like Agent Orange

One Foot Forward…

when winter arrives
snow makes an easy excuse
to beg for failure

three continents back
you’d have given everything
for this cold bus ride

forget the slick roads
breath visible before you
remember learning

IMAX, Museum, Lunch

Madagascar morn
biology sugar test
St. Louis pizza?

endangered lemurs
whine-free museum musings
provelle, cracker crust?

let’s not burn forests
enjoy easy-going friends
eat under the arch

saved on raft from storm
evolution miracle
lemurs, 3D, life

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The Price of Freedom

two free holidays
first one ushers in a storm
mountains disappear

skyline from here
is always magnificent
minus the whining

how influential
a video-head friend is
shuffled in with clouds

moms must compromise
perk warmth into snowy scene
where surprise awaits

no seats near the girls
overheard conversation
prettier than snow

a Vietnam vet
three decades of war photos
now he snaps for peace

how much do you charge
to bring your eye-witness view
to my refugees?

you see, there’s this book…
as all great requests begin
Inside Out and Back…

Again, he returns
to where he lost his manhood
and became a man

I don’t charge a thing:
without our youth, our schooling
the world won’t change

we make lesson plans
till the girls will wait no more
Happy Veterans’ Day

first free holiday
though nothing is ever free
let snow send us peace

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My Oldest

i give her the news
silent tears fall down her cheeks
worse than a tantrum

eleven years old
burden of being oldest
heavy on three girls

she carries their weight
lab rat for parental tests
what should we do next?

we drive the wrong way
arrive before she knows it
i favor her now

it is not too late
to undo this, to change schools

my peace offering

again, silent tears
on her face, trapped in my throat
i can deal with it

but should you have to?
the question that i don’t ask
(but i ask myself)

i’m going to stay
i don’t want to lose my friends

and there is my proof

hours of homework
detention for lost pencils
don’t compare to friends

i drop her off, drive
dawn’s light skids across the lake
as golden leaves fall

a sight so perfect
i want to drive back, tell her
take away her tears

mine are falling now
and i must let her decide
she leads, my oldest

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