impeachable acts…

 

when
i checked
on
aunt bea
to see
if she was having
any problems
she said
it seems to me
that
you’re
the one
who’s got
problems
today
so
i told
aunt bea
that
although
i knew our nation
has had
a history
of blaming
asylum seeking
or
those
just different
from
the majority
for
its
inherent problems
i still found
the current cultural melee
in the country
quite upsetting
especially
in light
of the deaths 
of
innocent children
without
comforting
parental arms
aunt bea
said
when your mother
was cleaning houses
for
rich folks
she would
always get upset
if someone
would
carelessly
walk across
the floors
she has just mopped
especially
before
they dried
even
though
she knew
they would
need to be cleaned
again
next week
i guess
she felt
that
such actions
symbolized
disrespect
disrespecting
the efforts of others
to
make things
right
hmm
seems
you have inherited
your mother’s
respect
for
fairness
and
the rights
of
all

 

christmas eve…

 

aunt bea
said
christmas eve
was always
a time
of
preparation
she said
we aunts
were busy cooking
some
of
your grandmother’s
favorite recipes
well
all of us except
one aunt
whose
efforts
in the kitchen
were discouraged
by all
she always
wanted to cook
like the folks
she worked for
no
sweet potato pie
or
chitlins for her
no
it had to be something fancy
from
a new york
gourmet magazine
most times
it was still there
at
the end of dinner
even with an army
of
children
and
adults
to be fed
then came christmas day
presents were amassed
around the tree
and
after dinner
which
most of the nieces
and
nephew
believed
was
an eternity
we’d open presents
well
just a sampling
of what
your parents had bought
the
really
good stuff
to appease
your appetites
it was a time
of
laughter
and
a time to give thanks
for
surviving another year
but
foremost
it was
a statement
of
family pride
and
unity
something
lost
over the years
by
too many
in today’s society

 

junk yard dogs…

 

i checked in
to see
aunt bea
after
returning
from

a business trip
to
washington dc
aunt bea
noticed
that i was
upset
and
asked why
i said
i’m having difficulty comprehending
the hostility
that’s
being engendered
by
the white house
i just don’t know
why
aunt bea
said
as a child
i recall
that
the junkyard
down by the river
had
high fences
to
conceal
an array of trash
collected
over a lifetime
and
probably
illegal whiskey stills
it

also
had
the most vicious dogs
dogs
barking
day and night
hoping
to instill fright
into anyone
who dared
to
attempt to see
what
was
truly
behind
the fence

 

terminus…

 

having had
a very
difficult day
at
work
i stopped by
aunt bea’s
i
needed
to end my day
with
a civilized conversation
as i conveyed
to aunt bea
how
a colleague
had
responded
to
my requested
input
aunt bea
smiled
and
said
it seems
to me
these days
that
when someone
solicits assistance
with
something that
they’re
vested in
they’re generally
asking
for
confirmation
of
what
they did
not
how it
might
be
better

 

bedimmed…

 

sunday
i stopped
to
see
aunt bea
during
morning coffee
i said
i read
that
a piece
of
a person’s being
dies
with
each
friend’s death
aunt bea
said
i can’t speak
for
anyone
but
myself
so
tho
i’ve lost
many friends
i’m still
the same person
my soul
is
still complete
but
my picture
of
life
as
i’ve known it
has become
more
incomplete
with
each passing

 

fried zucchini…

 

when
i stopped by
aunt bea’s
yesterday
she was making
fried zucchini
she said
although
each year
i plant
only
one
cucurbita pepo
somehow
over the course
of
the summer
there appears to be
more
edible fruit
from
that single plant
than
would be expected
thus
the need
for
national zucchini day
when
even
law-abiding citizens
sneak some zucchini
onto the porch
of
every
unsuspecting
neighbor
they
can find
and
she said
the only thing
more
prolific than
zucchini
are
presidential
prevarications
they’re hard
to
slip
onto
anybody’s
porch

 

be not dismayed whate’er betide…

 

i had
to take
aunt bea
to her cousin’s house
to discuss
some family business
en route
i bent
her ear
about
my discouragement
with
what’s been happening
throughout
our nation
how
i was
starting
to feel
like
just withdrawing
from
all the battles
i
continued
in that vein
until
we had to cross over
an old rusty
and
wood-planked bridge
the kind
that
terrified me
as a child
aunt bea
giggled
as she watched
my face
guess i didn’t
hide my
terror
too well
aunt bea
said
i still recall
when
you and your cousin
would cross over
the river train trestle
to get
to that
good
fishing hole
near
your grandmother’s house
you
never admitted
to your cousin ronnie
that
you were
scared to death
not only
of
drowning
in the river below
but
of being crushed
by
a passing freight train
but
the fishing
was good
so
you
soldiered on
it was
without doubt
a classic
approach-avoidance situation
and
although
at this point
in our nation’s history
we’d love to
avoid the unpleasantries
but

we still must cross
the bridge
to
the future
where
the fishing
will be
good