In My eBay China Shop

after he silently
perused my finest
wares for something
worthy of his wife for
their anniversary

— the 1960s
Bavarian “harvest
party” ensemble,

the 1950s
Sascha Brastoff
art pottery coffee
confection,

the
1940s
Hopper
diner
bowls,

and the antique
robin’s egg blue
butterfly-handled
tall rare demitasse
lined with gold,

all he could
say was…

“Nice jugs!”

And that was 55 words, right?? 🙂

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Wherein…

last autumn
in front of God
and the whole
Sunday morning
congregation

when he was
not quite six,

my nephew responded
to questions about
rules for our lives
during Childrens’ Story,

in his clear expressive voice…

“In our house
there is no hitting,
kicking or biting,

and I know
the “F-word”
but I never say it.

(Fiction? Nope.)

🙂

~~ Take it to The G-Man if your 55 wants to come alive.

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P.S. That’s the church I grew up in.

Had 12 years Perfect Attendance at Sunday School there — hard to believe, eh?  🙂

Mom & Dad were married 54 years last month!

P.P.S.

My sister (awesome person!) made that card.  The girl at the top is my niece. She just entered high school.

In Canada.

Canada rocks!!!

You rock too.

Happy Friday.

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You Might Buy An Antique Majolica Plate Because…

olden lumberjacks
admired it in a shop
window the spring

they eyed bosoms
and other wonders
in a city they later
concluded was just
a farm without hay.

or maybe you’ll buy it
because some hippie
chick once served you
canapes from it, then
danced you through a
summer of kisses your
heart will never forget.

Okay G-Man, I honed a 117-word ramble to those 55 for you and our fellow Flash Fiction Crusaders!!

Blessings to you all.

And enjoy whatever you’re doing, I know I am — selling on eBay, family time, driving to and from gymnastics… ballet and track, watering my flowers and preparing my songs for live shows a few months hence.

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And hey — my hair totally looks like a haystack in my new farm header, don’t cha think?!! Love it!

(Majolica plates in photo I sold on eBay last year. But I get to keep the picture!!) 🙂

A Short Poem On Dancing

for some reason
I’ve been picturing you
lately in ’70s leather coats

and just now
in stacked-heel
quality boots

that itch to
get up and dance.
so they do. and

you follow them
with me, all over
the hardwood

floors
of our
hearts

while
we hold
hands.

then
you
kiss
me

and
time
starts.

55 words for The G-Man. Got 55 words of your own? Let Galen know.

FFF55 goes live at 8:00 p.m. MICHIGAN time most every Thursday.

xoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo to all who enter this cyber-poem-portal.

Build A Song

Build a song on

foundations of rock

…

jazz blues & soul.

…

frame it with

guitar sky open

to hope.

…

leave roof

rafters bare

to the moon.

…

plant grass all

around and hear

how all grows

…

from the flow

of your soul

…

to the stars

…

and God’s

…

front porch

…

above  you.

Is that 55? Words, I mean? I DO know it’s Friday!!

And that some angel will buy that amp from me on eBay soon.

Sorry amp pic is a bit fuzzy — Blue Bunny’s been into his cups again.  🙂

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P.S. I still have comments to answer and blogs to read — and I will!!