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karen hookway Apr 2016
Fairies inhabit our dreams
Were you there at the fall of the wall
The Russians moved in next door
They read the federalist papers
and admire our constitution
They believed that America was a land of freedom
Until they found that the public schools
Did not teach freedom to its own
reading lists consists of Harry Potter
or anything that a child finds pleasing
Capitalism can be a ruthless master
cogs in a wheel, unthinking of the individual
karen hookway Apr 2016
ice melts on the shore
tugboats bring in the booms
robins search for twigs to build nest
life begins again
to those who count time by seasons
it is mud, flowers, celebration and
a chance to return to old friends
who all hid from winter
the snowbirds return
tan and thin to greet
their hibernating friends
who are just waking from
their snow induced sleep
karen hookway Apr 2016
Shredded wheat; Cheerios
Minute rice; Frozen meals
Hot dogs; hot dogs;
Snappy, kosher, ball-franks;
Spaghetti night with warm bread
toast; butter, sugar and cinnamon  
soda, pop, energy drinks-

gum disease
Scurvy in America
karen hookway Apr 2016
dad
White haired man
Asleep
With no one to wake him
karen hookway Apr 2016
Midnight calls again
Racing thoughts of you
Wondering if a visit will cause
More harm than good.
Even in the last days of your life
You yell at me for living mine
In a way that you would not.
a daughter instead of a son
So many years I thought of you
So hard to please, so hard to impress
I lived my life for you
Only to find my life never pleased you
Sacrifices made for a love that
Never came
Still I wonder if I should visit you
One more time before you are gone
Strange love that is always angry
I wonder if a visit will only cause
You more upset than it is worth
For either of us.
karen hookway Apr 2016
Sounds of the morning dove
Outside my window
Heard just briefly before
Gear shifting cars
Drown out the softness of
The new day
Sounds of the northern geese
Returning from winter’s lairs
Heard just briefly before
Electronic emails erase
The joy of a change in
The new season
In the cubical forest
Taping on keys
Humming of machines
The constant moment
karen hookway Apr 2016
when was the dream
Lost and found—In:
things
              words
                    tears
                 smiles
           ­ lies
       truths
the vastness of the sky,
            of you,
                    of the
space between us
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