This muffin is delicious,
the cranberries tart and bright
against the sweet cake
and crunch of walnuts.
I’d share the three or four I have
with my friends, were they here,
tart and bright, sweet and crunchy,
each in our own way.
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The Elephant
Long memory of old friends,
jubilant greetings,
happy reunions.
Trunks twine like hands,
shoulders rub,
bodies lean into each other.
Family squabbles,
territory, pecking order,
things sort themselves out.
Lingering, reluctant
to be parted, to leave,
even after death.
Graying. Wrinkles.
The elephant
that is me.
Searching
Ignoring the squeak
of metal against metal,
I spin the pockets
around the pole,
looking for the right postcard
the waterfall frozen in sunlight,
the golden autumn scene
etched in silver,
the waterpark slide with
air-gasping laughing families,
looking for the one that reads
I’m having a blast.
This is the best vacation.
I stop turning the cards.
I’m looking for you.
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