a weld puddle or weld pool is the molten metal produced where and when the weld is being made. it’s mesmerizing…it’s where it’s all happening.
Piles of clean clothes
(grey from not using bleach clothes)
dog-haired and dusty from being on the floor clothes
Clean them Dry them Dump
them on my bed
My clothes His clothes
underwear socks linens for the closet making
piles and finally delivering
put mine away
put some of his away
put all of theirs in a basket and
dump it in their
on the floor
Someday they’ll decide
to fold their own clothes
but now they can practice
just making piles
underwear socks shirts and sheets
and pants and pajamas
and then just stuff it all in
or walk on them for a few days.
(Kathleen C Cooper, March 12 1993)
This is the time of year when the starlings flock.
I can’t help but inspire deeply and quickly
with quickened heart, and smile
when they are wakening in the morning,
firing from their eaves
or whatever lodgings they’d been hiding in,
waiting to ambush our very existence at first light
loudly – insistently – rousing each other and
anyone lucky enough to have an open window, able to enjoy the event with
a morning coffee.
But I love it best when
starlings flock at dusk,
when the crescent moon reclines and
the sky comes into lavender blue perfection – the hue
of periwinkles and heliotropes.
Singing, they flock and gather… a blanket of dreams o’er a cloth of day’s tales,
a thrilling signal that all should hurry
home for nightfall –
hurry home to loved ones and favorite places.
Evening, now, goodnight.
-kathleen c cooper. october 1, 2012