four shorts...

Reused and Recycled

The shampoo bottle

is an hourglass,

a measurement

of her time spent

at home.

It lies empty in the

recycle bin.

Spring

“Can I ride

my bike now?”

I can see some 

of the ground.”

For the Love of the Game

She went to hockey camp

for only a week and slept in her

pads after practice.

I had to remove them at night

so she could go to the washroom.

She was disillusioned when they never 

gave her the puck and then had her stand

in front of the net.

Her feet were blistered

and then of course

she lost the love of the game.

Flight 745

Flight called.

Quick hugs,

always tears

“I’ll call you

Dad...

Good Bye...

I love you to

hyper space

and back.”

I didn’t see her

for seven years.