Category: Tamiko Lowery

Sweeping

sometimes

I sweep the porch

for no reason

really

I know the leaves

and dead bugs

and dusty dirt

will be swept back

before I turn in

that night

but that’s ok

I sweep it

anyway

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Joan Rivers

and after all

the plastic

she was never

fake

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Watermelon

what once

resembled

a tiny tree

in a pint-size pot

has grown not up

but out

covering a portion

of lawn

in vines

that “Jack in the Beanstalk”

could climb

had there been no boulder

and each day

the boulder gets

a bit bigger

bit broader

like a swelled head

that heard

every word

she ever said

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Order Up

he has

a paperboy cap

that covers

a head of hair

that once held

a shade

and he matches

his cap

to his clothes

and I watch him

stroll

in that purposeful way

gone is the day

when he sat at the table

and his mother fed him full

maybe his wife, too

now, he wakes up

and gets dressed

and puts on his cap

and heads out the door

 to the burger joint

down the street

where they know

what he likes

before he can say,

“egg”

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Obesity

well, that’s nice

I say

so, you gave it all

away

and they took it

you say

all of it

well, that’s nice

I say

so, where are they

I don’t know

you say

well, you must

have an inkling

I say

didn’t you buy

their ticket

their passport

their luggage

yes, but …

they were in a hurry

you see

and forgot to wave

“bye” to me

but, don’t worry

you say

they’ll be back

some day

they always come back

well, that’s nice

I say

I can see why

they’d come back

yeah …

you say

so, what do you do

when they’re away

I say

don’t you get lonely

oh, no, I have plenty of stuff to do

don’t worry

you say

well, that’s nice

I say

at least you have plenty of stuff

to do

when they’re away

yeah …

you say

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What More

the discipline

of the day

is a myriad

motion

that moves us

all along

in one direction

centered in one form

our well being

is found

and found again

in the effort made

and made again

small on surface

a dot of dust

on a table wide

though it would seem so

insignificant

in the pendulum swing

what is more

than this and this and this

a kind word

a noble deed, a measured thought

these and these and these

are what makes us …

the memory of us

significant

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Down Syndrome

she’s always

on time

so if you’re

running behind

you won’t see her

at all

and if there’s a lull

between minutes

she’ll be halfway

back to the door

by the time

you roll out

but if you’re

on time

that day

she will have just

come out

and started walking

down her driveway

all adult-like

and by the time

you pass by

she’ll be slowly

bending down

to pick up

the paper

like it was important

something she did

all her own

without any help

from anyone

not even the one

in the house

standing there

at the window

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Pure

ever wonder

how pure

the photo

is …

the one

nobody

ever shot

and hung

ever wonder

how pure

the song

is …

the one

nobody

ever spun

and sold

ever wonder

how pure

the rose

is …

the one

nobody

ever cut

and bottled

ever wonder

how pure

the grape

is …

the one

nobody

ever mashed

and labeled

ever wonder

how pure

the kiss

is …

the one

nobody

ever felt

and forgot

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How It Is

if you

roam around

a w h i l e

and peek in rooms

not yours

you might glimpse

a love that lives

in private quarters

unphotographed

and frameless

against the prying eye

the pickpocket

true of any love

if that’s what

you would call it

and maybe why

you’ll never read

a word about it

or watch it play

across the screen

you might pretend

to know

how it is

and think

you’ve held it

once or twice

but unless

you’re standing

in the room

to feel it

how would you

know it

how could you

know it

how it is

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In Wait

patience is

a pet

that lies in wait

for hours

they go to sleep

for years

with two door knobs

in their ears

and even when

at last

they hear the music

play

and cue the dance

of tap

they wait in line

behind

the bags of produce

product

books and ballet

they are but

the remainder

of the day

the last light

of dawn

they scrounge around

for the love

that’s left

devouring the crumbs

they eat their meals

as if they’ve never tasted food

and out the door

they run

as if the trees had never stood

trembling

they lift their nose

to the bird

and press it down

to the bug

they sniff the green off the grass

the dust off the dirt

the bark off the limb

they pause

with one paw up

and take it in

as if it is

their very being

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Third Grade

sitting in

her chair

at her desk

in her room

looking out

from her view

I can see why

she wanted

this teacher

that much

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Dress Shop

she used to

buy her dresses

here

back when

she wore dresses

rooms with racks

of pretty pieces

and she’s standing in every room

walking through every door

feeling the fabric

eyeing the stitching

raising the hem

to fit

her petite form

and she’s asking me

what I think

of the blue one

and I tell her

“beautiful … granny

you look beautiful …”

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Intersection

a pocket

of time

some a second

others hours

stopped at the quarter

different time zones

intersect

when we were

when we weren’t

stages of growth

growing now

each weak

makes you stronger

makes you weaker

given the take

what is a mistake

but a moment

of movement

across the board

depends on the turn

do you go backward

or forward

or stay where you are

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Robin Williams

63 years

he rolled

outta bed

and pulled on

his face

and stretched it

to make it

smile

and over time

the smile

got stuck

in place

so nobody ever

had to ask

if he was

happy

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The Dance

quick, quick

slow

quick, quick

slow

sidestep, twirl

sidestep, twirl

forward, back

forward, back

toe-to-heel

toe-to-heel

lift and fold

lift and fold

get back up

get back up

shoulders square

arms are there

point that toe

hold it, hold it, hold it

roll and bend

roll and bend

try it again

try it again

that’s it

that’s it

don’t stop

don’t stop

right there

right there

bravo, bravo, bravo

again, again, again

do it again …

and this time smile

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Underwater

and there was

a stream

that waded in

pooling in the corridor

and rising in the room

it left no corner dry

as it seeped into

the weeping wall

and stirred the ground to grain

and there they swam to her

and when they reached the bottom boat

that cradled her

they could not wake her up

for she was much too tired

had rowed much too long

in a restless sea

still they clung

to the side

trying to get a leg over

needing to say something … more

but the boat was drifting

offshore

sailing to the setting sun

and as they watched it

disappear

they felt the weightlessness of water

pushing them back to shore

and in the stillness

of the night

they lie spent in the sand

their eyes trained

on the evening star

(April 30, 2012)

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Wavelength

words

before

words

are kept

within

small bodies

of matter

where they

become

dots of glitter

dusted

on the tongue

like grains of sugar

like white sand

like powdered snow

the syllables

roll

like waves

into space

floating

in the atmosphere

that is here

and before

the letters align

like stars

that reach meridian

they twirl about

unencumbered

by echoes

of thought

or sound

or placement

there is no purpose

of being more

of being less

there is no intention

no imposition

no implication

unmolded

they just are

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Mr.

really knew

nothing

of him

nameless

ageless

homeless

we just happened

to like the same room

with the big window

‘cause you could

watch the birds fly

and the rain fall

and people come and go

this was his domain

but he let me stand there

next to him

without a word

and at first

I’d ask him some dumb questions

but he’d never say

anything

which was just as well

‘cause I had nothing to say

this room

was a getaway

the only spot in the place

where you could breathe

and he understood this

he’d sit helpless

in his rolling chair

at that window wide

day in, day out

staring past the tree

the street

as if he was waiting

for somebody

to come

and maybe they came

when I wasn’t there

maybe they’re there now

I hope they’re there now

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Three Rays

the chair

sat empty

at a table

seating six

moments of

silence

mixed with

hilarious eruption

the five

rocked back

to the tune of three

a broken record

they tend to play

over and over and over

never tired

of the notes

the golden notes

of days

they bask

in its ray

and pocket it

away

for when the sun

don’t shine

and the moon and stars

are somewhere else

instinctively

they know

each of them

they know

batteries can die

if you don’t

keep ‘em charged

so they stay

plugged-in

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Appa

he was

what he was

my first love

and i met him

in an airport

in New York

on a rainy, windy day

in the middle of

November

and i didn’t know

who he was

or what he’d say

or if it even mattered

and it didn’t matter

much at all

nothing mattered

but the moment

that moment when

he looked at me

and i him

and everything else

fell away

and i was

all there was

or ever would be

and we got

on that plane

together

and he held me

all the way

and we never spoke

but i could hear him say

all these things

to me

he kept telling me

all these things

and i just

looked at him

as he said these things

these jumbled, rumbled, tumbled

things

that ran together like a sing-along

and i just sat and listened to the song …

his house

he says

is mine

the room

upstairs

is blue

the little wooden bed

is where i’ll rest my sleepy head

the books against the wall

some are short

some are tall

like the dolls with their hair

some are short

some are tall

like the dresses

and the heels

the records

round and round

like the dogs

and their barking

some are short

some are tall

like the tweets

in the cage

like the snowflakes

on the shield

the sword

like the memory

of that moment

the length of all these years

with him, without him

some are short

some are tall

and i saw him

two times more

in an airport

that 5^th grade summer

that college freshman break

and both times were

short and tall

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