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4-17-17

Happy Birthday K

    4-17-17
my daughter spends most of her time

away with friends, her boyfriend

I see her everyday

but not for long

hellos and goodbyes

a hug and a quick kiss

sometimes we have movie night

the scarier the better

and I can rest assured

when I realize I can still

poke her in her side

and elicit a giggle.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-12-17


did your heart skip a beat?

did your skin tingle and pop?

when the lightning

split the sky

and the thunder

broke the earth

dark clouds

full of dark promise

weapons in the winds.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-11-17


the wind lifts and lowers

the boughs of the cedars

like hands waving

in greeting

in farewell

silent steps through the thick

moss blanket of the ground

a mourning dove’s

sad question

hides in the shadows

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-10-17

the water is cold and quick

the bend in the brook

reveals the undercut bank

the gold brown sand and stones

the miniature log jam

causes the spring current

to eddy

iridescent bubbles in the foam

glisten in the late morning light

while the speckled side of a trout

reveals itself briefly

and is gone 
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-9-17

a soft breeze

blows the remnants of winter

about the daffodils and narcissus 

green leaves and flower spikes

stretching towards

a warming sun

ever higher in the sky

while a chorus of native birds

urges you to put away your tools

for another day
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-8-17

Spending Saturday speculating

Colorful chimeras carousing
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-7-17

I used to watch her 

move through her kitchen

Mendelssohn’s “Hebrides Overture”

rolling over the countertops

from a crackly, gold, tube radio

set to a single AM station

the aroma of macaroni and cheese

and ham, homemade 

setting my mouth to water

snacking on Ritz crackers

she doled out

crushing the rest 

for the topping

sunlight streaming through

the casement windows

causing her daffodils in the vase

on the table to glow.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-6-17

wounds that heal

leave scars

wounds that don’t heal

are our responsibility

treat your wounds

administer the proper care

perform the inside job

tend to it

and when the scar forms

you’ll see it

touch it

and remember its lesson.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-5-17

the steepness of the hill

leaves you out of breath

hands on knees

then clasped on top

your sweaty head

steam rising off and around you

mingling with the ground fog

breath of earth

beneath the oaks

the fox that watched 

your ascent 

slips quickly through 

the underbrush in silence.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-4-17

Morning rains wash away

the winter grime 

on the windows of a sleepy town

nestled comfortably 

in the river valley

fog wafts over the ball fields

backstreets and tobacco barns

orchards and berry patches

bike paths and gas pumps

unwatched, the water rises

in the river next door

and rises

and rises
© Erik Hansen 2017

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