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Your death was unexpected; it came before I could brace myself.
I brushed my hand across your eyes as Mercy took your last breath. A bit of moisture clung beneath your nose.
We dug a hole at the base of the blue...
Posted by AudreyB
- Tue May 12, 2009 06:31:41 PDT
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A small dark curl frames her pointed chin.
Her bowed head suggests a reticence born of want,
yet the steady upward cast of her eyes tell a different story.
Her lips form a half smile, rehearsed for just these moments.
And, so...
Posted by AudreyB
- Mon Oct 27, 2008 14:26:54 PDT
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The second tree from the end is where I always sit,
Brushing my hand across the grass as I talk to my relatives.
Aunt Lois with her ancient mink coat. She and the pelts
sharing the same fate, the...
Posted by AudreyB
- Tue Jun 17, 2008 11:45:20 PDT
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Am I happy?
I say I am
when the subject is raised.
I think I am
but don't probe too deep.
I pretend I am
to forestall questions
I hope I am
because that's all there is.
Posted by AudreyB
- Tue Jun 3, 2008 09:45:04 PDT
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3 a.m. coffee
Yep! It's great.
In bed at sunset
and awake at one.
Plenty of time to
make a pot of coffee
and second guess my life.
Posted by AudreyB
- Tue Jun 3, 2008 09:44:26 PDT
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Love is you
Carrying the dead mouse outside
Love is you
Buying me size 7 underware
Love is you
Cleaning the shower trap of hair
Love is you
Asking for seconds of my burned casserole
Love is you
Cracking me up with corny jokes...
Posted by AudreyB
- Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:01:40 PST
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Love is not passion
Passion is its child.
Love is not commitment
Commitment is its father.
Love is your essence and mine
Filling an empty glass.
Love is your fingers on mine
Counting the pulse of time.
Love...
Posted by AudreyB
- Mon Jan 21, 2008 09:31:18 PST
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Thirty years ago I was a young woman living in north Oildale with my husband and five year old daughter. We rented a small, solid house that was built at the close of WWII. Our front door was made of wood but it was so short that...
Posted by AudreyB
- Tue Jan 22, 2008 10:51:07 PST
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