Tagged: home

some things should never

making apple sauce

making apple sauce
while mama does her homework,
my daddy and me –

home is wherever we are
together, working towards home
.
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under the phantom

we take turns playing

we take turns playing
the piano for the deer
napping in the yard,

the hummingbirds sword dance out
of rhythm, flashing their wings
.
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dad is teaching mom

dad is teaching mom
to play mozart’s turkish march
on the piano –

on a southern summer friday,
each note lands sticky with doubt
.
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the fig tree is ripe

the fig tree is ripe
with robins this morning, knocking
off heavy fruit to

pick at across the lawn as
we wait for the main event
.
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summer friday rain –

mama conjured a

this must be the place,

this must be the place,
said one creature to the other,
the aroma of

apples and spice cooked over low
heat escaping into the yard
.
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even in the big

even in the big
city, the “little” enclaves –
Chinatown, K-Town,
Little Senegal, Guyana,
Italy, Poland, India –
cannot contain
the vastness
of our mothers’
spices, simmering
on the stove
.
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