ladybug

In the drive thru line at Starbucks

a ladybug landed on my windshield

While I waited for my macchiato she walked slowly across my window

forcing her tiny legs through the condensation

As I drove away she clung to the smooth glass

even as the rushing air swept away

the droplets of water around her

Miles later I parked at my office

and still she held tight.

I left her there

Returning moments later

remembering some forgotten thing

I found her motionless drenched in dew

Is she even alive I thought

I extended a finger and gave her a nudge

Tumbling down the windshield

she came to rest on the wiper-blade, motionless

My heart sank

Then she open her shell and was carried away on tiny wings.

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Meow!

 

women

Three ladies in a crowded room

With voices sweet as fine perfume

Casting tales of want and woe

To talk amongst so many though.

 

Pronouns sown anonymously

Her and they, then I and she.

Feel free to share your thoughts if any

Three voices. Still, amongst so many?

 

And then a name is dropped by chance

A tilted head, a sideways glance.

That name to some, a familiar word

Three voices have been overheard.

 

Fearing lest they be misread

Try to recall each word they said

In chronological succession

Three voices now with more discretion

 

Lesson learned? One can but hope,

To understand the breadth and scope

Of risks and dangers that one faces,

Talking private things in public places.

 

 

© rdfindlay 2017

Farewell Old Friend

 

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I recall my fridge in younger years,

Bounteous with food and beers

And deep within its frosty innards

Lay Popsicles and frozen dinners

Long before the doctor’s call

To lower my cholesterol

My Frigidaire had not forsaken

Ice-cream, pork-chops, ham and bacon.

Now all I eat I watch the fat in

And every morning take my Statin

And under doctor’s orders measure

Dias and Systolic pressure.

Now every drawer and shelf and bin

Is stocked with what my wife puts in

No frozen pies, no pork, no ale

Just soups and fruit and fish and kale

So here I stand. Door wide open

Staring in. Wishin’. Hopin’

To find some morsel that still will please

But no. Just peaches and cottage cheese.

 

©RDFindlay 2017