Rollabout

detail “BLACK FOREST”, 2009, ceramic, sand, wood, 8’l x 18″h x 38″w

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HALF

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Half brittle
Half dampened yellow leaving leaves
Laid down
Under my half worn
Tires
Half-way
Downtown
This morning.

A half-grey sky
Spit half snow
And some rain
Onto Emma and me
As we cruised
At full speed
Dressed for the bitter
Except for mittens.

There were no croissants
And half-glad
I read my magazine
Half-judging
New mothers
Allowing
New humans
Full access
To the dirty floor
Of the coffeeshop.

Emma was half content
When we sped home
Before she was ready.
I was too cold
And half-assedly
Swore into the full headwind
Making sure
I pulled it completely together
Before crossing the street.

Barely just inside
My apartment door
Emma and I just sat there
Fully winter-clad
Still.
Silently, we waited five minutes;
Both heads half-mast
Waiting quietly
To de-frost.

You wouldn’t think
A day like today
Merited the label
“HALF FULL”
Would you?
However,
I am a fine specimen
Of full-on Michigander
And I say it is so.
Half in jest.

-CA 2018

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comments

5 Responses to “Rollabout”

  1. Irene on November 11th, 2018

    Nothing half-hearted about this piece…full of description and emotion.

  2. ellen fox on November 11th, 2018

    Kathy,

    You HAVE TO HAVE A RETROSPECTIVE. There must be someone who knows how to do that and could?

  3. Becky Patterson on November 15th, 2018

    You are such a poet! Just to describe artfully a little experience. Half-mast I slowly move along. My heart at half n half. Not friendly environment. But not a wasted trip. You express yourself beautifully.

  4. Barbara McDaniel on November 19th, 2018

    oh, i LOVE THIS. 100%
    thank you for writing, darling. i love you so much and i’m so grateful you are here.

  5. Barry Steinnecker on November 20th, 2018

    Headed to Ann Arbor tomorrow morning to be with my kids for Thanksgiving! Love your writing!!

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