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sandra wyllie May 2024
ball paddled back and
forth by the both of
them. Small, so I
fit in the palm of their

hand with their fingers
enclosing around me, light
and round, hitting the
table. Dizzy by the

sensation of not having
a true destination. Falling to
the ground. Jumping hurdles,
and flying through the air

like a jet over the net. Ricocheting
as a bullet out of a gun. I'm home
spun. A pearl without a strand. Now
where will I land?
sandra wyllie May 2024
you stood tall and so strong
from green to red as my thong
raining down your brown capped nuts
gray rats chasing them just like a putz

Year after year
I lay in a bed of rope and cornflower cotton
my youngest son for mother's day had gotten
under your pointed lobed canopy
with a glass of strawberry wine, so happily

Year after year
the scratching of claws
the jay and robin applause
Downy woodpecker drills
such laugh and some thrills

Year after year
you shed your emerald coat
leaves dance in the air as they float
to the soft ground
covering it in a carpet of brown
sandra wyllie May 2024
all those times he walked
out of the restaurant to talk to you
on his cell phone while she sat
looking at her plate of honey

grilled salmon alone? What did
she think when you called him in
the wee hours of the morning waking him
from a sound sleep? And he replied

as he lied next to her on their four-
poster bed with the skylight window
overhead that it was so nice to hear
your sunflower voice dancing pirouettes

on the wire's edge. And what did she
think when he left the house all those times
to buy milk in his tight ripped jeans after he'd
preen himself and splash on the polo red after-

shave? He must have gave some excuse that
the trip took hours when the store was just around
the corner. Did he bilk when she asked
where was the milk?
sandra wyllie May 2024
with pretty faces
cleft chins
and wide tooth grins
with sparling eyes
that hypnotize
wear pretty clothes
drive pretty fast cars
have manicured nails and yards
tell pretty jokes
that make us laugh
and flatter folks
have marbled baths
and house maids
that scrub their toilets
and put out the trash
work out in gyms
to show off their bulging biceps
and sixpacks
flash their credit cards
at five-star restaurants
order champagne
clams on the half-shell
and lobster from Maine
give me migraines
those pretty boys
like their toys
and Netflix
their refrigerator is empty
but their desk drawers are full
with pictures of pretty chicks
and bottles of Advil
those pretty boys
the ones that are so bubbly
to me are only ugly
sandra wyllie May 2024
he mowed down. He watered
me and cut me down. I grew
even in the shade. I stood up
straight, an emerald blade. Stood as

grey clouds rolled in and
the rain fell, as the dew
dropped pearls upon my cells. I stood
in the sun's scorching rays that

turned my sweet green into yellow
hay. I looked up to the cornflower
sky, as the blinding wind flew right
by. Bunnies nibbled my leaves and

dogs peed on me. Men and women
walked all over me, leaving me
lying on my side flat. But still,
here I am! I sprung back!
sandra wyllie May 2024
It's a big world.
But little care.
There's lots of people.
But no one's there.

Who calls?
The dentist office
for your six-month cleaning.
The doctor's for another screening.

The world is full of noise.
But no one's there to listen.
Earphones drown your voice.
And cell phones block your vision.

Where did all the words go?
There are no cards or letters.
Bills fall in your mailbox.
You're one of many debtors.

But when you die
they'll be many bodies around you.
People all surround you, many men and
women, and some even children.
sandra wyllie May 2024
the cottontail munches on the
sweet green grass. The squirrels
circle him as they pass, chasing
each other up the old oak tree,

to reach the birdfeeder and eat
the seeds. The blue jay jeers
his resounding call, as another
acorn falls to the ground with a

kerplop. The bunny hops away to find
a quiet place with shade. A honey bee
flutters around me. Two ducks waddle
into view under a cornflower sky

of blue. I sit on my deck drinking it
all in with a glass of lime and gin. A robin
takes a dip, splashing into the birdbath. I take
a sip and smile. Life like this is all worthwhile.
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