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Some hands know the soil.
They know what to do with it.
They’re not fine hands, clean hands, they’re rough and thick fingered and calloused but they bring life out of the black and keep a kind of order on the land.
They give firm handshakes.
And hold grandchildren carefully like they hold a china tea cup or a fragile flower.

(For Bob, who knew the land and its people well, RIP).




‘Planes land and take off –
With millions of stories ~
Bringing people home. 

End of a good day –
Lighting a beach fire with flint ~
Making memories.


Annapolis trip –

Visiting with a good friend ~

Sharing memories. 

Distaff family –

How I love thee so ~ but still ~

I’m glad for the boy. 

Distaff family –

Much joy with thee, yet more when ~

Small Man holds my hand. 

Father at his place –

As different as equal ~

Yet it must be earned. 

Log in, work from home –

Mama fox and cubs gambol ~

Look at the smart ones. 



Family visit –
So nice, chattering voices ~
The crickets, chirping.

Good aspects of life –
A wife, strong kids, and a home ~


An enormous church –
No candle to light my own ~
…and then I find you.


With a quail’s wishbone –
Good for a small wish, perhaps ~
Need a T. Rex’s.


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