September 13: Home alone

House empty but me.

The only sounds: frig humming,

slow pulse of crickets.

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October 20: Pears

Drinking Earl Grey
eating chocolate and pears
not at all lonely.

October 13: The randomness of memory

This poem, from a moment this morning...

Phrases from a song

last heard playing in a bar

this past summer.

 

...leads to this one, from a moment in August:

 

Night out by myself

on the streets of Old Quebec,

happy observer.

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July 27: Rainy day with books

Finally, it rains.

I'm home alone

reading erotic poetry.

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February 28: Dark

After the party,

that first moment alone

on the empty street.

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December 8: Holiday spirit

In the car
I sing to myself, loudly,
"My Favorite Things."