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Love-Hate Relationship


I share it with my aged dog

and with the skunk who flavors the night

outside our bedroom window,

with the gardeners who sit on the lawn

eating knapsack lunches of red thermos soups

and coffee with enchiladas and chicken wings,

and with my neighbor who cries after dark

only a screen and her loneliness between us,

and with thick-skinned shrubs by the door,

and with my writer’s desk – the patio table

that serves in all weathers except those below frost,

with the tissue that catches my sneezing results,

with roofs, gutters and condo paths

and black-paved neighborhood drives,

and with drains that carry the showered flour

of green and yellow wind-bourn dust,

I share the fare of reproduction

unplanned and promised tomorrows

from insect-assisted procreation,

wiping it off my laptop keys

washing it from swollen eyes

and coughing in irritation

yet…

all the time

loving what it brings – trees,

leaves, grass, bark and blossoms,

spring green and summer gold

and autumn, crazy and colored,

taking only the winter to rest, until

up the nose it goes again

this love-hate relationship with

Pollen

 

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Across the breakfast table…


You sit, absorbed in another thick spy intrigue murder mystery political uprising story with just enough sex in it to keep you checking the this-has-all-the-right-ingredients tick box, designating the author as a best seller, stellar tale-teller who makes lots of money writing. His books fill your shelves to prove it.  We had to get rid of some last year to just make room for more.

Meanwhile I reside here on my chair with a fifty-page volume, so slender it could be mistaken for a magazine – if only it was taller, wider and the cover more flimsy than it is now. My book is one of only two that the poet ever published before he died. I need never worry about running out of room for his books or becoming bored with the same shape, plot and characters that, reworked one hundred and one different ways, receive new names and settings in each predictable story.

There you, enmeshed with the pages of your New York Times book-of-the-week, engaged with fast-paced heros and caricatured characters – thinner than the paper that holds their names – eat cereal and read, oblivious of my thoughts or even aware that I share the table with you, along with the salt, napkins and sugar bowl. I bet my poet would have written about the bowl; how the lid always drops sweet crumbs on the table; how I carefully wipe them up, look at you and smile.

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