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Here's a quick note and link to pictures that Shana and I took of my new place in the bay while she was here. Click the flickr link to see the whole album!

Flickr: My New Home in Hancock County

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Design Studio Poetry Corner for 21 January:

Cherry Pop by John Rezmerski

A woman with white hair
and wrinkles like the grain of wood
gets on the bus with an old man
who has trouble lifting his legs up the steps.
They sit together, across from me,
holding hands. One of them, or both,
smells like cherry pop. I wonder.

Maybe it is some kind of medicine.
It seems too strong to be on their breath
after a stop at a snack bar.
Perhaps it is some kind of lotion.

I imagine them naked in bed,
rubbing each other with cherry pop,
bubbles lingering on
the parchment of his belly and
under the folds of her breasts.
I see the two of them splashing
in a tub of red suds, him yelling
"Catch the submarine!" while
she laughs and rolls over like an otter.
Some days, they might use
rootbeer or cream soda.
Other days, she has a headache
or his prostate bothers him,
and they do not speak to each other
all day long,
and they keep wanting the telephone to ring,
not even thinking who they want to call.

If it were not for cherry pop,
they might never go anywhere
might not think of anything at all,
much less that they would ever be lonely.