Vignette: “Watering the Garden”; 2019, July 19, Friday,

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     2019, July 19, Friday — My seat, from which I watched the watering of my garden.

     With the pattering of the garden sprinkler, I did not feel lonely. Birds also called and dog-day cicadas buzzed. I had plenty of company in the backyard in the shadow of the oak on this oppressively hot and humid Jersey summer day.

     Loneliness is bad, but alone time is to be cherished, such as here, at the edge of my garden in the oak’s shade, drinking a cup of coffee and watching the watering of the garden.

 

Copyright 2019 by Joseph Sapia

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Poem: “Heat Wave”; 2019, July 17, Wednesday,

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     2019, July 17, Wednesday — The beginning of a heat wave in New Brunswick, New Jersey.

 

Heat,

     sweltering heat,

     blistered the city:

     the grimaces on faces;

     men with their shirts open,

     exposing bellies past prime;

     women fanning themselves.

     It burns.

     Hell!

 

Copyright 2019 by Joseph Sapia

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Poem: “Aging”; 2019, July 16, Tuesday,

 Aging.

     It creeps.

     Then, it grasps.

     The waitress knows this,

     wondering how much time remains

     for her to clear dirty plates

     of people who think they are better.

     For now, she needs their tips.

     (They are generous at times.)

     Oh, life is unfair.

     So, she works.

     How long?

     Dunno.

 

Copyright 2019 by Joseph Sapia

 

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Poem: “Sunday on the Train”; 2019, July 16, Tuesday,

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     2019, June 9, Sunday — On the train to New York City.

 

Squealing

of brakes,

the train arrives.

People board, traveling north,

where New York  City awaits.

The passengers are not weekday commuters,

beat up from daily grinds.

Today is fun time:

Later, they depart,

train horn

blowing.

 

Copyright 2019 by Joseph Sapia

 

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Poem: “Fortunate Son, Grandson”

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     2019, May — A sand road in the Pine Barrens around Helmetta, New Jersey.

 

     Fortunate,

     I am 

     to walk land

     my family has walked

     for more than 100 years.

     Living in between two major cities,  

     that is quite an accomplishment.

     But will it remain

     for future generations?

     Unsure, but:

     hoping.

 

Copyright 2019 by Joseph Sapia

 

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Short-short fiction: “The New Brunswick Coffee Shop Owner”; 2019, July 16, Tuesday,

     The coffee shop owner, a middle-age man with shaved head and white apron, stood on the corner. He noticed a young woman about to drive her car the wrong way on a one-way street.

     “Sweetheart–” he began.

     “Don’t call me sweetheart,” shouted the driver.

     “But, Sweetheart –”

     “– I don’t care –”

     “…you’re turning the wrong way on a one-way street.”

     “—don’t call me sweetheart

     “—But—”

     “How about if I get my brother down here to have a talk with you?”

     Hmmm, if she was so tough, why would she need her brother to come and talk to the coffee shop owner? No matter, the coffee shop owner did not want to get beat up by the brother.

     Frustrated, he told the woman, “Have a nice day.”

     He turned and walked back into his shop. As he was about to enter, a middle-age woman was walking up for a coffee.

    He noticed her and said, “How are you, Baby?…”

 

Copyright 2019 by Joseph Sapia