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Connections: November 16

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAThrough the hoops

on the ropes

climb or be climbed —

no place for mopes.

Muscle and bone

balance and grip

a pop of the shoulder

a creak of the hip.

Yes, I tried it

 geriatrically frenetic.

“Going for gold”

I ween

might mean

something less kinetic.

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Connections: November 10

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Alas for the chirpless winter,

alack for the silent yard.

Misery me, no warbled banter,

lack-a-day-dee, it’s hard.

I miss the feathered psaltery,

the chickadee’s lilting lute;

their raucous sunny madrigal

is now sepulchral mute.

So with shrug and resignation

that comes with certain years

I face the fallow station:

empty nest and empty ears.

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Connections: November 9

2014-11 - Vernon Hill - Pumpkin pie

Behold the crust ruffle!

Croix-de-Guerre!

For me, kerfuffle,

 hapless crumbly warfare.

I’m pastry-challenged.

I just can’t do it.

Neither head nor phalange

can construe it.

So I stand in awe of others’ skill

in gustatory elation

applauding flaky flute and frill

in happy delectation.

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives, and a floured salute to Pie Meister J.E. Berg.

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Connections: November 8

An entire playground!

Does it matter?

Naturally not —

they want the same ladder.

At the same moment.

Because better than play

is sibling foment.

An album opens

in my head —

other siblings,

some long dead.

‘Twas ever thus:

siblings meant to feud and fuss.

Then years go agley

to entropy:

family, home, brain and bone.

One crumpled sibling stands alone

in hospital starkness

sleepless darkness.

Why is one

the caregiver daughter or caregiver son?

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