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For Cee’s FOTD
One foot, two feet, doing fine.
Do not stray over the line.
This childhood game of balanced action
far in the past, a mere abstraction—
a metaphor far from unique
for the balance that you seek
as you advance as you are able,
moving forward, sometimes stable
on two feet. balanced and steady,
resting there and getting ready
for that time when one foot only
rests on firm ground, feeling lonely.
One leg, balanced in the air
is enough to curl your hair
but two firm squares are there ahead,
so you hop up to them, instead—
balanced on one foot or two
in each adventure offered you.
So life advances, hop after hop
No choice except to never stop.
Been There, Don That!
I wouldn’t give a nickel, I wouldn’t give a tuppence
to save our expired president from his earned comeuppance.
His service contract’s over. He will not get another.
And hopefully Ivanka won’t, nor will her older brother.
They’ll no doubt muddle on in life, spending their father’s millions,
living on a credit line, maintaining they have billions.
A new guy’s in the White House and we hope he might
prompt a more irenic phase to save us from our plight.
He doesn’t shoot endangered species or found charities to plunder—
proof that future national elections need not echo our past blunder!!!
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Isidro Xilonzóchitl and Greta McLain are painting this wonderful mural on a wall along the malecon in San Juan Cosala. If anyone else would like to help to contribute for the cost of paint and to recompense them a bit for their labor, I will match contributions up to the first $100 or 2,000 pesos. They’re working on it now, so come see the project as it happens!
This call for contributions is my idea, not theirs, as they have been funding the project themselves. If you have a venmo account, contribute at venmo@goodspacemurals or drop by the maelcon and drop your contributions off there.
I left my blog just before posting to go feed the dogs and cats. Then, an hour later:
(To read the story of why my poetry post was late today, click on photos to enlarge and read captions.)
For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge. See her post HERE.
I’m hiding in my broken self, couched down deep inside,
in concord with those hidden parts I find it best to hide.
The most appealing parts of me are ones I choose to show
while the shattered rest of me finds somewhere else to go.
We often come together. We find concord in my dreams
when who I really am comes out to join with whom she seems.
It’s a convocation of past selves and of present—
all my selves from bratty kid to other selves more pleasant.
Those parts that take the smallest piece of cake come face-to-face
with parts that want the biggest piece and put her in her place.
The parts of me once bullied confront their sense of loss,
face up to the bully and for once end up the boss.
Broken hearts are mended and pride put in its place.
In dreams I deal with all my faults that I’m meant to face.
It’s there I meet with former selves that weep or laugh or rage,
and then when I awaken, I put them on the page.