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Page 22<br />
Abloom<br />
by Art Schmitz<br />
She woke and lifted up her head<br />
And cocked one eye which plainly said<br />
Is someone here to look at me<br />
Or must I cry in misery<br />
Her glance went round and saw me there<br />
She took the time for a longer stare<br />
Then opened her lips in pleasure wide<br />
And smiled as I stood by her side<br />
Her warm and fuzzy form I took<br />
To the shoulder and my elbows crook<br />
Then jauntily we turned around<br />
To mother with a happy bound<br />
Mother laid her down with care<br />
And peeled off this and that from there<br />
Revealing a red spotted shape<br />
Recipe for Editing a Poem<br />
by Peg Sherry<br />
Poise your sharpest knife, slice the meat, trim the fat,<br />
parcel out the customary bits, tossing scraps and bones.<br />
Chop celery; chop strong onions; weeping tears, add feeling.<br />
Boil the richest stock, then simmer slowly, slowly.<br />
Sniff. Inhale the rising steam, envision blackened stoves<br />
hot with crackling wood, iron pots that bubble broth.<br />
Listen to the essence sigh. Hum, hum low and long<br />
till deep within the soup its spirit sings your song.<br />
A Cute Little Stinker<br />
By Don Schambow<br />
Our olfactory senses sound alarm whenever he is near.<br />
He exudes an offal odor,<br />
qualifying him for the endangered species list.<br />
His capacity to offend knows no end.<br />
Does he associate with unsavory characters<br />
Possessing very good traits,<br />
among his own he’s regarded with pride.<br />
His mate finds him attractive.<br />
His offsprings idolize him<br />
and emulate all his moves.<br />
He embraces black and white.<br />
Is his vilification unmerited,<br />
existing only in the eye of the beholder<br />
We tend to avoid, reject, exterminate him,<br />
change our life styles, alter our activities, and<br />
beat a hasty retreat; if it’s likely we might meet.<br />
How do we communicate with those<br />
who don’t speak our language<br />
Do we try to live in peaceful coexistence,<br />
to see the world through his eyes,<br />
to share his point of view,<br />
to avoid the territory he often roams<br />
He merely attempts to survive and<br />
live life as normal as possible.<br />
We invade his territory,<br />
threatening his home and life style.<br />
He retaliates in the only way he knows.<br />
And, if he didn’t create such an awful smell,<br />
We’d call him a cute little stinker.<br />
Emergency Room by Marsha Jordan<br />
I was driving home from church one snowy Sunday when<br />
my van skidded on a patch of ice and overturned. As the ambulance<br />
transported me to the hospital, police phoned the husband<br />
to notify him.<br />
I lay in the emergency room eagerly waiting for him to<br />
come. "What could be keeping him" I asked the nurse.<br />
"Well, the police said they can't reach him," she explained.<br />
"But I know he's home," I told her. "He wasn't planning to<br />
leave the house today. He's working on his boat."<br />
"I need to check on your x-rays," she said, walking to the<br />
door. "I'll see if there is any news on your husband too."<br />
When she came back, she told me, "The police are still trying<br />
to reach him. They've called several times but they got no<br />
answer. They even went to your house, but nobody came to<br />
the door when they knocked. They did talk to your neighbor,<br />
though. He said he'd go into your house, find your husband,<br />
and let him know you're here."<br />
I fumed for hours until that evening when the husband finally<br />
arrived. I was more than a little perturbed.<br />
"Where in the world have you been" I demanded.<br />
"I was in the basement all day," was his innocent reply.<br />
"Weren't you curious about why I didn't come home from<br />
church this morning" I asked through clenched teeth.<br />
"I was busy and didn't notice the time," he said. "I thought<br />
you were just on an all-day shopping marathon."<br />
My temper was ready to blow like a bald tire on a Volkswagon<br />
bus. "Why didn't you answer the door or the phone" I<br />
snapped.<br />
"I didn't hear them," he said defensively. "The neighbor<br />
didn't come over and give me the message till five o'clock."<br />
"Five o'clock" I shrieked. "It's seven thirty now! What<br />
took you so long to get here"<br />
He winced as if he knew his answer wouldn't please me.<br />
Then he stammered, "Well…I had to…stop…at the junk yard<br />
to see the damage to the car."<br />
Lucky for him I was restrained by a back brace. If I hadn't<br />
been strapped to the table, he might have needed emergency<br />
surgery—to remove my purse from his forehead. #