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Team Uncle

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Hug

Team Uncle

You with your Florida tan
set against blue eyes of secrets.
& your smile, the warmth of your hug,
your kiss on my pale cheek.

I could see so many things
you could not say to those
around you, how you listened

quietly & sometimes shook your head
at the way we all become or think or
revel in our own lost ways.

& I remember when we played
the bean-bag toss that summer day,
how your knees ached & I could see
your difficulty.

I bent down & picked them up for
you…

You said “thank you, darlin” each time &
who knew that would be our first & final
games together.

The last time I saw you was on
your birthday, basking in the sun &
content it wasn’t raining in Seattle.

I leaned down to hug you,
wish you a Happy one.
A kiss on my neck like a sweet

Florida orange. A finality I did not
yet know.

& I heard about those
hurricanes that demolished your
childhood. How angry my inward

fits have been, (knowing all too well
how cradles can fall at various speeds).

I guess I’m just writing this
to tell you, that wherever you
are now…

I’m still on your team.

-Heather Lenz
February 16, 2016

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Eclipse

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Untitled“It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.”
-Frederick Douglass

Eclipse

His bruised eye
like the moon gone dark
on a night when nothing
sees the truth except the
heart inside of him, like a
cobwebbed corner of secrets.

During an eclipse, the light
slowly returns. But not for him,
nor his eye that will yellow like
the sun & fade back into an
apparently normal day.

When I saw him near the
railroad track, so small & fragile,
standing in the grass, his lower
lip hanging down like a cloud
somewhere near oblivious adults,
I drew in a breath of shock,
touched his cheek & asked what
happened.

He looked up at me with big round
eyes that cried out: The moonlight
is never returning.

-Heather Lenz

October 2015

This poem was published in Issue 1 of BAD ACID LABS INC.

 

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Breath

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I think I can finally urge myself not to think too much-
I’ll listen to Mozart and watch birds eat from my terrace.
I’ll hug my son & thank God

that he is healthy & safe. A boy of compassion
with a humanitarian flare & this hunger to save
all those desolate. (I was once that way, before

I became so needy, so broken apart) But lose

me in the clouds now & rise him toward the

atmosphere of promised stars & well-spent days.

Please, God. Give him a chance.

 

~Heather Lenz

May 31, 2013

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Goodbye Soldiers

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At the wire

Plastic army men, gray, blue, green
Lined up in the living room for years.

When his father wondered
At the lack of my complaint over the mess,
I said: “Because one day I know I’ll miss it.”

That day has come & gone.
I imagine the little boy next door,

who my son gave up his collection to,
Lining them up along windowsills & on top
of old shoe-boxes.

One time, years ago, I designed an army fort for my son
out of an old shoe-box. Drew carefully the camouflage
to protect his childhood, to construct smiles.

I made windows
& gun racks & even a helipad on top,
meant for plastic emergencies.

His eyes lit up like sunshine
Reflecting off dark waves & he said:
“Thank you, mama. That’s really cool!”

I must say, it was one of my finer

accomplishments in life-

& now as the years turn & frown with their
Sad mistakes & losses, at least I can recall

Through some certain, tender, beautiful years,
I gave those soldiers a home. Or tried.

~Heather Lenz
May 31, 2013

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Journal Entry 5/29/2010

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YummyLOVE LIFE

Saturday May 29, 2010

There is a white butterfly flying around my deck today. It is extraordinary.

It seems I am starting to miscarry. I am more hurt for Jacob than anything. He sobbed so profusely when I told him.

This is the third time in my life this has happened. This morning I awoke and started weeping. I almost made it past the first trimester. I think it is more stress-related than anything. There has been way too much stress lately. Just when I thought things were calming down.

I am so blessed and thankful though, that the lump I felt in my left breast turned out to be benign. I thank the Lord for this.

Bobby and I might try for another baby once everything clears up. Jacob wants a sibling so very, very much.

~Heather Lenz

 

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