Thursday, June 24, 2021

Families

 

Families

 

After my husband’s

saphenous vein graft, and

he returned home,

I asked his doctor,

Should we sleep

in separate beds?

I might have bacteria

that could infect his wound?

No, the doctor said.

His germs and mine

were intimately acquainted,

grew up together,

raised families

in the same neighborhood.

I rested easier.

We were with friends.

 

©2021 Muriel Thumm


Saturday, June 12, 2021

A Flower Poem

 

 

A hibiscus dreaming near a pond

in Winter Haven, Florida

Nearby a jasmine blossom

steams my nostrils

a reminder of my bottled,

stoppered love

so long past

I need the reminder

that it once was,

extant beauty for a time

which is all

any fragrance is

Lusty as the red rose

the deep-throated hummingbird

Savors and flies off

Its bounty, she and I

cannot hold for long

 

©2021 Muriel Thumm

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Dear Old Friend

 

 

I keep you nameless

not because I don’t know your name

but because it got to be

a game we played

after a neighbor

from the Newcomer’s Club

dropped in as you and I were there

in my toy-strewn living room

wine glasses on the slate-topped table.

 

Daytime when other husbands were at work,

I introduced you as an old friend

to her dismay, wanting more.

From then on, it stuck

whenever we talked, and laughed.

But, after a few months

we took that right turn

and lost track of each other.

 

You may remember the baby

on my knee, same age as yours

in those earlier years

when you and your wife came to see us

in San Francisco, both families expatriates

from the Northeast. Albany followed for us,

Boston for you.

 

But that day, it was as if San Francisco

never happened,

Albany blew away in our clouds,

And the baby wasn’t drooling on my knees.

 

©2017

Families

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