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I Could Have Skipped This

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I could have skipped this
but then I would have missed
the sunrise glistening
like a sparkling curtain,
opening today’s show
(carried by wind that
pushes against me, a
wall I will fight now
for the pat on the back
later today)

I could have skipped this
but then I would have missed
the absences she’s had,
the plight of the struggling student
who so demurely
will not ask for help
(but will accept the
help I offer her)

I could have skipped this
but then I would have missed
the smiles on their faces
as they took turns riding
the scooter round and round,
the perfect homemade ice cream
dripping happiness from their chins,
(the memory that I created
with a spontaneous choice)

I could have skipped this
but then I would have missed
the chance to make
a lesson that will enlighten
them, make each of us stronger,
and create the collaboration
that guides them to the
success every student deserves.

I could have skipped this…
but then I would have missed
the life that I have chosen
because I didn’t skip this.

A Perfect Sunday

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a muddy trail, a lightweight stroller,
three girls in dresses too pretty for a hike,
the Colorado blue sky peeking out
through wisps of cottonball clouds
and views of red rocks in the forefront,
the perfect center stage to
the distant snowcapped beauties
that draw everyone to this state,
a stop for ice cream on the way home,
grilling burgers and hot dogs
for our first outdoor bugfree patio
dinner of the season,
and we have ourselves
a perfect Sunday.

Heaven on Earth

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Dedicated to the Glenwood Canyon Bike Trail

the sky here is always blue
(clouds sneak in each afternoon
but the mountain air chases them off)
and in the morning you just might see
(you just might, if you find the soul of God)
a herd of bighorn sheep
(brown now, September leaves golden)
startled by you
and the dawn that tickles
their grass-eating lips

you can stop your pedaling
or keep going
(keep going)
because the beauty doesn’t end there—
you will breathe it into your lungs,
the light heaviness of
the red rock canyon,
the perfectly laid path that winds
along the river that
has carved out this magnificence
so you
(you, them, everyone)
can taste for these delicious
high altitude moments
Heaven on Earth.

Daily Dose of Hope

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nestled here in the crack between
two suburbs (one might deny that—
once a small town, now inundated by
subdivisions as the city’s hands outstretch)
are you, the cows and llamas
of my daily commute.

grazing on prairie grasses that
the developers haven’t touched,
one old farmhouse boarded up and fenced in,
the other bursting out yellow light
(still open for your business)
in the predawn mornings.

I search for you more than I
watch my speed, more than I
try to make the next light,
more than you can imagine as
you stalwartly brave the snow,
the wind, the rain without complaint.

will your wool appear in sweaters
at the local store? your beef and
leather be sold in a place where I can buy it?
these are the things that run through my mind
as I come over the hill, anxiously awaiting
my daily dose of yesteryear, of tomorrow, of hope.

Ready for Summer

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Snow fell in circular wet flurries
as I drove to work this morning
(not even sticking to the road)
making everyone drive just a bit slower

I revved the engine, seeing no ice,
my mind on the last picture I saw
flash on my desktop (the one of us
all in the swan boat in Providence)

my hair was too short and we were
sleeveless under the scorching sun
grins popping out our cheeks,
eyes squinting to block the rays

The snow will slink away by noon
and summer will still be on my mind
as I sit in my windowless world of work,
keeping my hot imagery close, ready.

Numbers

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Who says that math has no emotion
that it is a logical, rational subject?
No one who really thinks
about what numbers mean,
like the ones I have tumbling
around in my mind today
on imaginary dice,
can say that math is void of feeling.

8 miles on my bike
with 2 little girls behind me
seems to make me so proud that
I want to write
but then I hear
38 million cut from our school district
as opposed to last week’s 35
1 furlough day coming our way

but nothing can compare to the number
500,000, which may seem small
next to 38 mil, but so large
when we hear it is lives lost
in 2 days, swallowed by the earth
in a country that is already
at the peak of poverty

When I add up my numbers it makes
38,500,011
and it is heavier
than any words in any other subject.

Ode to Snow

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I love the way you whisper across the sky
and just as gently touch the skin of the road
in swirls as graceful as ballerinas,
dancing away from the tires that try to pound you.

I love the way you quietly decorate the trees
more picture-perfectly than a white wedding cake,
more idyllic than the solitude of dreamland,
frosting my eyes with your sparkling glory.

I love the way you arrive without arrogance,
sliding in from your silvery satin clouds,
snatching the cold from our hearts and
trapping its truth within each flake.

I love how you slip into conversations
sometimes filled with excitement and joy,
sometimes filled with a terror or fright
that people recall for years to come.

I love how you selflessly offer yourself to the world,
how, catlike, you sneak in and make this time,
this place, a different shade of happiness,
bringing us all a beauty that we could never create.