The Bridge

The Bridge

When I was seventeen

I never thought I would be here

crossing this bridge with you,

looking at the bay,

dotted with white sails,

and a 3 masted schooner.

I never would have thought-

there would be diamonds,

sparkling on the water,

announcing the celebration,

of you and I.

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The Cleaning Lady

The Cleaning Lady

In my office building they actually pretend

that she is not there.

Every day is the same,

brains switched to ignore,

or frozen

with self-importance.

I put my plastic smile away,

in the back of a filing cabinet,

broke the mold,

and said, “Hello!”

as she was empting the trash.

Her face lit up!

Smiling we talked for a while,

I asked where she was from,

(it could have been another city)

and she talked about the weather,

it was hot outside.

She had a cousin coming in from Chicago.

Those around us stared in horror,

as we treated each other with respect,

we were equals.

One of my co-workers stormed off in a huff,

mumbling to herself.

Grateful, we got back to work,

the whole exchange took about 2 minutes,

but it made my day.

For a few brief moments,

we were human beings,

melting the ice of western culture.

By the way, her name is Maria.



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Brothers and Sisters

Brothers and Sisters

New Hampshire doesn’t have a city

instead blinded by the sunlight,

country dreams of paradise.

I love nature, and the peace

of a gentle breeze on the meadow,

but I heard someone screaming

on 2nd avenue, it woke me up.

A broken heart was crying again,

on 1st street, was she ok?

and The Clash were praying loudly

at the cathedral.

Next door the museum had jazz,

holding up artwork

with hooks and Bobbie-pins –

budget cuts. Almost empty.

Elvis was on Maple Street,

stuck in time looking

for the next bus out of town,

bumming a cigarette.

I heard the street preacher,

with his white pit bull discerning,

on East and Main, who needed salvation.

I started packing sandwiches,

no agenda –

I just needed to get down to the city,

to be with my brothers and sisters.


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She crashed into my life,


My metal was broken,

I thought my defenses were strong,

until she – came in on horseback,

with tenderness.

We went to the movies

on our first date,

and that was it – sparks and burning,

it was more than just the fire.

Something in our souls was welded.


Trust like a fortress,

keeping in the good,

keeping out the bad,

overcoming the pain of the past,

and feasting at the royal table.

I fixed her steak,

she fixed me enchiladas.

She healed me with her smile,

I healed her with embracing.

Did you see that comet?

At the park the Creator was watching,

she said yes, when I asked her on one knee.

Storybook? No.


We were royalty though,

dressed in purple and red,

stronger than ever,

welded by fire.



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Not much more than a sapling,

arms extended,

holding up birds with dignity,

outside of the office building.

I thought – will this tree

still be here,

in fifty years?

Will any of us be alive,

in fifty years?

I could see it –

in a vision, next to the empty shell

of what was the building.

I saw the sky set on fire,

with pink and orange,

melted with blue.

The tree digging up the parking lot,

with strong, deep roots,

reclaiming stolen territory.

Still growing with his brothers,


arms extended,

holding up birds with dignity.




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The Cat Lady

The Cat Lady

Did you answer the door when she knocked

last year? Or did you hide

in your bedroom, pretending

not to be home?

She’s not crazy, she’s just looking

for a friend, for an answer,

to her questions.

She says, why

does it have to be like that?

Have you ever spoken to her?

She can talk for hours,

she needs conversation to understand

who she is.

She is one of kindest, most gentle people,

I have ever met.

I once saw her talk to a tomcat,

for 15 minutes, telling him,

how to behave, to act right, and be nice.

I hope he learned his lesson,

he needed to. Nasty.

Maybe she needs to learn,

how many is too many,

maybe she needs healing,

cats are great for deep wounds,


Part of the solution,

is to pay her a visit,

treat her like a human being,

take some cat food,

and be the gift.


Let her ask some questions.


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No Thunder

No Thunder

She said, “I’m tired of your thunder,

and stop flashing at me with lightning,

in your eyes. I don’t want to hear it!”

She was right,

I was being stupid.

I apologized, and paused.

Smiling I said, “We still need the fire though,

in our passion.”

She looked at me,


walked over to me,

and began rubbing the back of my neck,

and my shoulders.

leaning over,

she gently said, “I forgive you…”

I decided,

right then and there,

to get rid of the thunder.


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