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Sushi.X: The Great Sushi Game

The Great Sushi Game:

I'm running out of ideas! I guess I could just choose any 8 short poems at this point, but ... Here are some to choose from. They are either child oriented or seasonal. The more adult humorous ones I've cut and saved for another time (thematically, I don't think they would blend well).

Some of you have seen these before; some are new. Just tell me what you'd choose, what you think, which one you think is best and would love a copy of!

1. Backyard playground

Red slide
in the morning.
Two feet coming at me,
fast flurry and a cheerful chirp,
"Catch me!"

2. November's walk

Legs up,
the brown oak leaf
scurries along the walk,
a dull brown spider, dead after
the fall.

3. Walking away

No fear,
small legs catch up.
He’ll never lose you.
He would recognize your aura
on Mars!

4. Father and son in flight school

There he soars!
Held up by your hand,
he paddles the air to reach
the sofa’s back. Someday, he’ll teach you
how to fly.

5. A child explains

It’s my job.
Making father laugh.
Someone‘s got to heal the bruise,
brought on by age and hockey pucks. I
seal the wounds.

6. Thus you are me

We are born
alone. We die alone.
But by no means can we breathe alone.
The molecules exhaled by you, inhaled by me,
connect us.

7. Waiting to say 'Happy Birthday'

Seven
days, ten fingers
minus three, lifetime for
a child of two, eternity
for me.

8. The tinkle, the crunch of childhood

Red snowsuits
run away from me
through snow-glass, each pane breaking,
Ice rending, heart mending, they giggle
with great glee.

9. Backpacks hike down the sidewalk

Nylon,
polyester,
extruded fossil fuels,
woven to carry all your books,
break backs.

10. Light play

Sunshine
dapples between
raindrops & soft shadows.
Beneath the lace of locust leaves,
it plays.

11. Here come b-ball boy!

Up t'ere,
Luke skytalker,
nordic pole, flaxen stalk,
taller d'an Dakota oak trees,
t'inner.

12. Oak headstone

Squirrels
race through oak leaves.
Grey fur flies past acorns,
oblivious to Death that claimed
their mate.

13. October's final gift

Crisp gusts
frolic with leaves
before winter's thick wool
blankets this valley with its shroud
of grey.

14. Out for a ride

Cocooned:
cap, suit, mittens,
snuggled in her stroller,
she smiles at passerbys, struggles
for freedom.

15. At Brooks and Mount

Lichen
greens on the stones
that honor the fallen
in autumn's garden of freeze dried
roses.

16. Jeanette Rankin's legacy of peace

Tuesdays
on Higgin's Bridge
peaceniks never give up:
dressed in black and holding placards,
freezing.