Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 3, 2012
He and the dog had the same gait
A bit forward on the old leather leash
A touch of uncertainty in each step
As they entered the park they
Were a daily part of each morning
And each evening after shared dinner
In the one bedroom apartment
Down the block where they have lived
For the past 50 years as change
Came and went with their neighbors
Abandoning urban life for the suburbs
Soon replaced by young families
Ready to renovate old brownstones
New people to talk to when out
For a walk in the park with the dog.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 2, 2012
The books wait in the storage locker
Holding someone’s memories
Unlocked now by the courts
After much meaningless meandering
Like a chapter out of Dickens
Strangers come for what treasures
There might be in this unlikely place
With secrets sealed in lost memories
The books offer themselves up
Ever hopeful of new readers
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 1, 2012
Relationships with people and things
Not thought through all the way
The stove looked good for camping but...
The bar conversation was fun but...
The restaurant had great reviews but...
The roofer had good recommendations but...
Consumer Reports liked the car but...
The stock was a sure thing but...
Your money is safe in this bank but...
It will be a light snow fall but...
I meant to tell you but...
It will only take a minute but...
I love you but...
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 29, 2012
If there’s nothing new under the sun
Life becomes a series of cliches
About birth high school love divorce
Children fathers mothers cousins
Lousy and lovely meals
Mountain panoramas
Desert panoramas
Ocean panoramas
Grimy ghettoes
But maybe each day’s new
Created just for this Tuesday
Full of artistic opportunity
To be whatever you wish
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 28, 2012
They call us corvids
It must be stopped
We are not clowns
Like the jays
Descendants of creation
We brought the light
To save them
Watch over them
Even now
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