Pain Vs. Love One AM It comes and it goes With every breath Back pain Loving wife, awakened, tries... Pain meds Cold pack Hot pack Pillow under knees Her not-so-patient patient grumbles and groans He can’t get comfortable Pain persists Ambulance considered Pain with every, even shallow, breath Exhausted he sleeps Then, miraculously, the pain eases He pulls himself out of bed He walks to his recliner Pain still there but somewhat abated Doctor appointment made Love beats pain
Ish Added to a word, ish turns it to “almost,” as in summerish, or warmish. Or “around,” as in 70ish. Or “near,” as in greenish, yellowish. Or “close to,” as in 9ish, 10ish, noonish. As in “I’ll meet you at 6ish for a walk. It will be warmish. We’ll see early autumn colors, redish, yellowish. Good thing we’re youngish for it’s a longish walk.” We got home at 8ish, had a drink, and said, “Ish wash good, washn’t ish?”
Wind World Maple leaves, colored light green by the sun shining through, flutter in the stiff breeze, and cast their shimmering shadows on the meadow. The buck thorn, bobbing and weaving in the gusts, make funny faces in their leafy branches. The spruce greet the day with their green-shawled arms waving hello. A lone squirrel braves the wind, always on the hunt for nuts. Other four-leggeds stay in their burrows, not yet used to the cold. Even the birds stay sheltered from the wind, figuring it’s not worth the effort. The wind takes over the world.
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