to beat the
to beat the
Faces in sepia photographs,
bring back the past.
Forgotten memories not
I arrange the blood pressure
machine on the table. Take my
arm from my shirt and wrap
the cuff around it. Unstick and restick the
velcro twice before it fits. A cup of tea.
A white bowl holds my banana and
clementine for when I’m done. Phone propped
up so I can see the time. Sit back and breath.
Look out the window. The squirrel hop, hop,
hops up the driveway, sits up outside
the window, holding an old, black acorn.
Breath. Relax. The sun is out after days
of rain. Five minutes yet? Breath. Relax.
I push the button. Squeeze, squeeze
squeeze. It squeezes my arm. Exhale.
Done. It’s raining again.
Holly green. Ivy green. Virginia Creeper
green. Nandina green. Pin Oak green.
Pecan green. Maple green. Magnolia green. White
pine green. Rose of Sharon green. Elaeagnus
green. Climbing Wisteria green. Crawling
poison ivy green. Bamboo green. Shady
green. Sunny green. Soaking wet,
This morning drips green on my
roof. Outside my window, a
red puddle where the brick
path ends. The purple flowers,
so dark yesterday, closed up
The cars drive out of the
morning fog, headlights
shining through the
The smell of Poppy’s basement –
machine oil, wood and the
Pine Sol he sprinkled on
the floor to keep the