Joe Oppenheimer

Anna sat and mused.
Daily puzzles used
to ensure her mind's agile,
to certify life's non-fragile.
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Cartoonists draw Super Carrots to -
Entice donkeys
to pick up their pace;

Motivate Moms
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My mind is full of doubts
Like the head
of a dandelion ripe
to be blown away
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On the mug
my mother held -
where birds she loved
flew
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Ingrained memories of kids
drawing, writing, doodling -
pushing dull pencils, sticks -
on the old pine topped
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Frowning.
Hand in hand.
Walking.
Even though
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Old man, dead pan.
Past your prime,
pumping iron all the time
everyday a bit lighter
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Grey haired lady
by the dairy -
phones in ears:
can't hear
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Having turned 65, I came home
from New Zealand’s winter,
banished to Washington’s muddle.
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I asked my mother
to sing her song
by a campfire
when I was young.
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One can travel so far
be so distant
one is gone:
alone in
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