I only had one half hour for coffee
but he came down from Westminster
she came from South Boulder
someone wants to be my friend
he's a black man from Arkansas
all his brothers were murdered in the ghettos
she was born in Argentina, escaping
to America after her father's friends
kept being "disappeared", we know how
horrible that was.
they are different from me
and they want to be my friend
I want to be their friend, too.
Everyone knows her husband, the man in the suit,
Sir James Galway, his lilting speech, the fluid sweep of his music.
I never had heard of Lady Jeanne Galway, the premier woman flutist
in the world, how could I never have heard of Lady Jeanne.
Her sound sailed over the auditorium,
what a dignified, yet musical, stance, the music moved through her
while her husband stood still, so quiet, motionless.
she is the lady in gold,
draped in green silk embroidered in flowers
I only wish I had a photo to remember her forever,
she is my Lady, he is merely a sir.
a nice surprise to come home
and find three of those people I love
sitting at the pink dinette.
The Goofball husband, the lithe and lovely daughter
and the young man who will be my son-in-law
I know it.
so we drank whiskey and port and
I dissed the universities that rejected my daughter.
Puh to them
Off they will go to Australia
so much more fun than academia.
I'm happy for them.
he has a nice smile
we gaze at each other.
I look into his eyes, he looks inside my mouth.
I would not want to be a dentist.
Tonight, I note that the pile of papers has not diminished,
that the laundry lingers on the floor upstairs,
that the fall leaves still cover the new growth
that the weekend I had planned to attend to all these things
I had fun instead riding my new bike,
speaking French while drinking coffee at a neighborhood cafe,
lunching out, dining with friends,
drinking too much
and enjoying it.
tomorrow I see the dentist
I must get to bed
the appointment is way too early
what was I thinking.
who will speak out when we are all glued to our
FaceBook feed, hypnotised by the endless antics,
the unbelievable that keeps us hooked in to the screen,
disconnected from what we must do.
A speaker must have a listener but everyone's ear buds
are turned up, their eyes looking down at the screen.
let's all forget what democracy means.
who will speak out when we are all in a senseless
coma, beat down by the endless alt-right media,
almost everything can be normalized.
I remember reading an article about a man who
when healthy called for the legalization of euthanasia,
for the old to accept and embrace their life and let it go.
Until he had a stroke and could not longer walk,
feed or toilet by himself.
He lived on for years in this state
He reflected, wryly,
It's amazing what you can get used to.
I'm too lazy in Fall,
instead watching the leaves drift downwards
while drinking red wine on the porch
the sun warms my skin
it feels good not to work.
Spring is here, the leaves are piled up
over flower beds, having been moistened,
frozen, thawed tens of times, sodden
I wonder if I can ignore them for another season
but decide not
each morning I trudge outside rather unwillingly
but when the flowers peak up from beneath the
I realize this is Spring!
he will always be Pierre
with that same wide smile, whether wearing diapers.
mismatched socks and a missing front teeth
or a tuxedo at some big event.
we found this photo while drinking wine
at our brother's and I captured his 40 year old smile
next to the one from 39 years ago.
my brother pointed to the age spots on his wrists
when we had lunch last weekend
everything is on schedule, he said,
the age spots, the thinning skin, balding,
reduced energy, but I noticed his eyes sparkling
with that same intensity and intelligence as always.
Pierre has the smile,
Jacques has the eyes
Our eyes will always match.
those will never change
we will always be the same inside
the spirit, the spark.
99% of the work is showing up,
for your friends, for meetings, for your family,
for what you believe it, or think you do.
turn off the phone,
log off FaceBook, send the email,
get in your car,
ride your bike,
walk down the street,
just show up.
Eight of us showed up tonight,
twenty-eight postcards written which will
arrive at representatives' mailboxes across Colorado.
Just think if 10,000 showed up.
and I don't buy that it's all in my head,
my bones creak, my legs are stiff,
you, who are so young, deny reality,
the older athletes you see out there rest
and probably take long naps.
they encourage me to try handstands
and back bends, but I've never done
them and it's unlikely that my
body would agree to them
Yes, I'm getting older and
I need to keep this
Let's not overdo it.
the slaves volunteered to come to America for a better life,
Historically Black Colleges offered school choice
Obama tapped Trump Tower.
The Affordable Care Act can be repealed and replaced with something better
while we increase defense spending by 10%,
only an additional $53 Billion per year,
the generals did not even ask for it.
So, yes, sometimes I'm speechless at the disconnect
between what could be
and what is.
and while we look at the endless FaceBook stream,
while we listen to the endless talking heads,
the bills we never heard about pass through the legislature,
we're too busy, too upset, to notice
until it's too late and the ink is dry,
the sky darkens with soot,
the sick become sicker,
the pockets of the wealthy swell
and the Master of the Illusion smiles
in his penthouse, tweeting through the early
morning about wire taps and Obama and
Rosie O'Donnell or whoever
while Ryan and Bannon and the others
print out the bills and call their brethren to
we must wake up.
Definition of weekend: any day that I don't have to go to work.
No, I will not get up early on a weekend
I will not get up before the usual dreadfully early alarm on weekdays
and I refuse to walk the dog in the dark.
I don't care if the snow is 5 degrees warmer,
you can leave without me.
On weekday mornings, you stumble into the warm kitchen
to make your coffee while I am out in the cold walking the dog.
ok, it's a deal, you walk her in the dark at night,
but I will not wake up even earlier on a vacation day
unless I have to in order to catch a plane.
this is why I book my own flights so I don't have
to wake up early to catch a plane.
remember that my weekend is any day that I don't go
Don't forget it.