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Friday, June 29, 2018


HOT TIMES, COOL PEOPLE

Mama, I left my cap
We have to go back
No!  Don’t turn here!

Melt down

Cool mom

Daddy!  Daddy!
Come here!
            What is it?
Just come here!
            Honey, daddy just got home
            Let him relax a minute
No!  No!

Cool daddy

Meme!  Papa!  Let me carry your bags
Cool kid

Ninety degree dusty T-ball
At the park
Won again
Team picture then race for the snacks

Hot team

Ninety-five at Wrigleyville

Hot afternoon
Hot Cubs

Cool moments

Security lady with spritzer
            Take off your glasses
Fifth inning third baseline shade
 
Meme!  Papa!  Let me get the door

Dancing, tumbling
Sequined makeup
Hot chick
Big recital

Same chick teaching the youngest 
Paying off
Literally
Banking it

Hot prospect

31st Street Beach
Not a cloud in the sky
Near nineties
Lake front cooled
Beautiful beach with playground

Hot ideas for the future

Mikeski:  Please pass the hot sauce

Really cool at the hockey game


DRK
6/9/17 –6/13/17


Tuesday, June 19, 2018


SISTER MARY

Ellen
Waited on
And on

Bedded bodies
Imprisoned minds
Memory Care freedom
From
But not for

Where is that young woman
That pretty girl
So full of it?
The one Jeremiah and I used to love to tease

She re-emerged from time to time
When her son, Noah
Or others came to care
To brush her hair
Feed her peas, ice cream
Take in some sun, fresh air
Read her a card
Or watch with her
The Twins or Vikings on TV

On and on

Last year I was able
To witness a special emissary

New sister-in-law, Moira
Sent her bridal bouquet
And a generous piece
Of gooey wedding cake

Mary Ellen, too, could celebrate
Her brother Jim’s and Moira’s marriage

This cake was especially potent
            A real break from nutrition through a straw
It managed to creep through the bars of her cage
And triggered associations and requests
Throughout the week for real food
Sandwiches, cheeseburgers

Sweet Moira


Ultimately we could not fix Mary Ellen
We could not bring back that youthful beauty
Or perky spirit and zest for living

But as long as she remained
Hope remained

In Noah’s words
She was in a good place
Soft flannel pajamas
Comfy bed
Pain free
Hands being held
Her favorite classical music playing

But now our hopes turn
To a new Mary Ellen
Not repaired
But brand new

Cosmic, maybe
Like her mother’s shooting star
Soaring over Lake Sisseton

(Did you see that at Mother’s wake?)

Or mom’s Christmas parade
Trailing down Albion Avenue through town
Bringing news of a new spirit in the air

There will be no Christmas parade for Mary Ellen
But I am looking for some of June’s summer magic

One of my favorites . . . fireflies
They are due to return
This year they will carry a special message to me
Mary Ellen’s spirit continuing to rise
That spunk, that spirit cannot be buried
Watch them rise and disappear
Night after night
Year after year

On and on

She died last Saturday
Let me close with a part of the readings from Sunday’s Lectionary
This is part of St. Paul’s second letter to the Corinthians, chapters 4 and 5

“Even though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day.  For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, because we look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen, for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.”    

Amen, my sister
Amen, my friends

DRK
6/12/18

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

WE DISCOVER A RAILROAD

Rabi digs
The dog, a good find 
Is patient with kids
But he digs

Got chipmunks, moles?
He’ll enlarge the holes
Got soft dirt?
Watch him flail
Today he uncovered

A nail

Giant, covered in rust 
Old
It excited the imaginations of two
Hannah and Olivia, who
Retrieved then took to school
Rabi’s find
For me, old western movies came to mind
Images of hammers spiking in . . . 

Railroad beds

Our East Lansing subdivision, once a farm,
Before that, a wilderness
Loggers moving trees

Of course
The iron horse

We Googled hard
Studied maps, dates
Names and facts
But uncovered nothing to implicate
Our back yard

Was it just a farmer’s spike
So big, rusty and old?
A railroad story is better told
But wait . . .

How about one of those old plank roads?


DRK
9/8/11
5/28/18 


Monday, February 19, 2018

EXPECTATIONS, THAWED


EXPECTATIONS, THAWED

We’ve cruised the seas
A time or two
And reported the news
Now, at it again
Here’s what I choose
To see

I lied to my wife

A boarding eve of disappointments
Led to complaints
And my whining
I promised Carole, “No more.”

But there is a kernel here
Worth letting grow

When the weather's cold
I glorify warm places
Burden our vacations
With too many expectations

And herein lay the kernel
And my lie

The more elaborate the vacation
The more complicated the trip
The more opportunities for things to slip

Embarkation eve
Cozumel?!  Grand Cayman?! Key West?!
Then our hotel's classy restaurant, busy, turned us away

Plan B
More casual beach cafe
With walls of glass and a sunny view
At night, a darkened cage of echoed noise
And ordinary food
Plastic glasses serving ordinary wine 

You, too, might be tempted to whine

My wife, not easily deterred
Suggested a return to plan A
For dessert

As promised
My whining
No longer heard 
But inscribed here
My lie
Not exactly a man of my word

Complaints aside
When our cruise got under way
Somehow, the world
In its marvelous complexity
Decided it was time for some levity

Note this chuckle
From an attendant's comment
At the mandatory safety drill
"If you're quiet, it will last quicker."

GRAND CAYMAN ISLAND

This is what we came to see
Great sand 
Sunny, warm
Seven-mile Beach
Long, narrow
Wavy today
And sloped
Wading challenged me
Beginning my slide 
Down the far side of eighty

But, how about this? 
The Royal Palms
Bistro, beach-side
An opportunity to explore Caribbean rum
In the shade

And on the side
An unexpected encounter
Fellow cruiser
Francis, alone
Somewhat beside himself
Carole invited, listened, tried to hear
But never quite got near
Speech impediment (seemed more)
Ended up sharing fish tacos and a smoothie

We were able to decipher
That he was from Utah
And drinks without alcohol are cheaper

For me, left hand drive
A Cayman UK surprise
Thankful to just ride

COZUMEL

Surprise fun
Doing chocolate, Mexican
Not indulging
But learning 
Its history and how it is made

For thousands of years
Mayans served 
A spicy watery drink
Cows introduced later by the Spanish
Who ultimately took it all to Africa
From where most of our chocolate comes today

We were taught how cacao beans
Are grown, aged, dried
And blended with spices
Cinnamon, cactus, chilies and vanilla
To name a few

Hands-on
We sent beans and vanilla stems through 
Our hand operated grinder
Once more, with sugar
Molded, signed
Finished and bagged

Then sampled
White chocolate with coconut
Dark chocolate with a variety of spices
And cacao concentrations 

Paired with Mexican wines 
Chocolate nerds!  Who knew?

Our chocolate in tow
We taxied back toward port
To check out bracelets
At a jewelry store
And reminisce with Kevin
In a shop for Puebla artisans
about the city of Puebla
And a collegian’s visit sixty years ago

Center stage, a modern day musician at the mall 
With amped flute, voice and guitar

Back on board
A Mexican evening
Under the stars 
At the Lido pool
Mariachi music, local
Others strolled
Full costumed cool


KEY WEST

A chilly early morning walk
Then a trolley 
To the U. S. mainland's point Southernmost

And on to
The Hemingway House

Interesting posters and artifacts
As well as numerous descendants, cats

Several of his books were written there
Between five a.m. and two
Interesting tales
Of his lives, after two
Several wives, the outdoors
Wars and inherited bi-polar  

Then on to Truman’s Little White House

And some Harry surprises

“Dewey Defeats Truman” original Chicago paper
Typos and all
Thanks to a 1948 labor strike

No reprints available

The firing of MacArthur
Five star general, popular
But full of himself

The president's poker table
Where he and his buddies circulated a gun
The “buck”
As they decided whose turn it was to deal

On his work desk, the sign
“The buck stops here”

TRIP BACK

Fun, we agreed to say
Though it now comes less easily 
Again, expectations
This time, home's familiarity
Never mind the cold
FLL not helping, overwhelmed
With Sunday cruise ships overload

Lunch on the plane to DTW

Then a dark bus ride through the snow
With a driver who could not stop punching the accelerator
Safety measure?
Nervous foot?
Drive-you-crazy ride
But safely home
Though too late for most of the Super Bowl

DRK, 1/27/18 – 2/4/18


Tuesday, January 9, 2018

LOST AND FOUND


LOST AND FOUND

Dyed, re-dying hair
Youth in perpetual search
Studs, tats anywhere

Thinning hair, repairs
Stunned wonder at what I found
Age spots everywhere

Dennis R.Keefe
1/9/18

Thursday, November 2, 2017

BICYCLE


BICYCLE

Tired

Everything’s there
Frame, seat, handlebars
Two wheels
The front still with air

Child sized
Once whizzed
Its crepe, festive
Now yielding to gravity

Memories made
Imagine the parades
Without rust
RIP in collected dust

Retired

DRK
11/2/17


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

PLAYING BALL

I am "True," 
A border collie
Catcher on the shepherd’s baseball team
Dressed in white and blue
We are “The Rams and Dams”
Team play, our specialty
My bark controls our pace of play
And team psychology

Our biggest nemeses,
“The Roamin’ Loners,”
An anti team of wild coyotes
Who thrive on mayhem
Running, taking chances 
Stealing
Bases, anything for excitement 
But their scoring  --
Impeded by an inability  

Rounding bases 
Causes pauses
Marking scents
Out!  Out!
Another team win for the Rams and Dams
Howl on your way!

And by the way
The rules say
Any bases or base runners stolen
Must be left to play another day

Dennis R. Keefe
June 11, 2017