Author Archives: Angie

College alum call
Pulled me back to past choices
That got me to now

The shards were a plate
Hand-painted for our old cats
That kid’s a mom now

The cat stares outside
As trees strut their new palette
And some match her nose

Summer and fall meld
Toasty with leaves strewn afoot
Ignoring what’s next

See a truck with flags
Flinch thinking it’s a Trump truck
There it is – Harris

The Friday magic
When texts veer away from work
And friends take over

Our airport chatter
We attempted to catch up
There is no finish

It’s politics time
The sky throws in a full moon
Unease ensnares me

When free time found me
Absent plan or list, we traipse
No agenda bliss