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A warm smile is the universal language of kindness. William Arthur Ward

 Kind words. Sometimes they fall into holes in the road and get lost in chunks of debris. Other times they fill the broken spaces and find the exact contour of the cracks. The words can be random. No more than greetings followed by ordinary blessings. Or friendships that begin with unexpected common interests.

I took of picture of four oranges a neighbor gave me this morning. A gift of some extra Vitamin C for nothing more than a smile and friendly conversation.

Peace. Upon all.

If only it were always that simple.   

 

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"A family is a risky venture, because the greater the love, the greater the loss... That's the trade-off. But I'll take it all." — Brad Pitt

FAMILY VALUES

Nephew flinches as Uncle drops a fork 
onto a china plate. It responds with a quick high-pitched cry. 
Uncle grumbles, There’s dried dog food on these tines.

The waiter steps away from an adjoining table
where a young woman feeds
a girl in a wheelchair.

No excuse for this, Uncle says.
The waiter offers to get him fresh silverware. 
Nephew sends the waiter a silent eye-rolling apology.

He cuts his salad into small bites,
his focus on beans and rice while
Uncle speaks about how the nation has lost

family values, allowing abortion clinics, 
gay marriage, welfare for fools. Uncle slices filet mignon
and complains about the quality of his chardonnay.

Uncle leaves a two-dollar tip.
Nephew drops a twenty on top of it. Uncle smirks. Insane.
You don’t have the funds to support a hamster.

Nephew nods toward the adjoining table. 
Meet the waiter’s wife and daughter.
They live in the apartment behind mine.

"See you at the next town hall meeting, Lyle,"
he calls to the waiter. 
"Family values," he whispers to Uncle.
 


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To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold. Aristotle

The snow will melt before it touches the ground. One part of me circles inside the cold and another part has already melted on the road. I want to leap into a warmer day yet linger in the present. No moment is perfect.

My heart wants to take icy pain away from some people I know. Their burdens won’t melt on the road. And yet, I always hope that enough warmth will find them. Now, in each passing now…

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light through trees

“Goodbyes make you think. They make you realize what you’ve had and what you’ve lost, and what you’ve taken for granted.” —Unknown

 

Dear Barb,

 I watch a plane fly low. Only a flash of silver passes across the sky. Sound eludes me. For no reason I understand, I think about you as you flew to a place that we all will know someday. My heart wants the same plane to pass again. I didn’t see enough, even though I have no idea what I missed.

A moment when I could have paid more attention, perhaps. Or, the mockery innate in the plane’s distance. You said you had enough of hurt, pain, and illness. You told us as you entered our car after dialysis that final Saturday, “I had a bad day.” You fought the pain by asking about freshness in our lives. And we took the bait. Just before we left your house, I patted your hand.

You didn’t look up when you said, “Thank you.” Your last words before you entered the hospital.

I was not ready for you to fly. I am not ready to send a letter that won’t be answered.

Help me to understand that love sings without words. Thanks for sharing it with us.

 

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“Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.”
― Edward Abbey, The Journey Home: Some Words in Defense of the American West

Factory Number 413

 

Everyone knows my name, face, and products.

I appear on screens across the world.

Wealth and I speak a coded language,

encrypted inside green and silver.

Luxury touches every corner of my existence.

I touch no one. Distance keeps profit safe.

 

Then, for fun, I bet an associate, “If I walk 

through Factory Number 413 and someone

recognizes me, another layoff is possible.

The workers are not watching what they are doing.”

 

I wore silencing earmuffs.

One of the older men stepped

away from his post and

almost ran into me.

 

“Geesh, do you know who that is?”

another man called. His voice

pierced through the noise.

“Quiet, Jake ain’t with it right now.

His son was laid off the last time around.

He couldn’t feed eight kids

no more. His baby died last week.”

 

I finished my check without adequate

detail. I will send someone from my staff

for the next inspection. Workers need to watch

where they are going.

 

 

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