Tag: signs of life
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It is
the curling black wick of a tea candle, softened with time and shiny gold threads leading me nowhere it’s the cheap, blue pencil sharpener whose blades give points to some pencils and chew deep divots in the rest it’s rock stacks and dried flowers; my god is it rock stacks & dried flowers whose lines…
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It feels like summer
but it isn’t slow mornings and extra sunlight early entry to the most talked about concerto, of the year The red-butted bumblebees are kissing raspberry flowers again last Sunday, I witnessed the inaugural flight of our beloved backyard Monarch The kids have popped up their red & gray, sleeps-4-tent beside the undergrown strawberries and the ripe breakfast radish It isn’t summer yet but…
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MIRRORS for Waverly Pearl
she brings me a piece of sun-bleached white paper- she wants to show me what she’s drawn at school today I see a dog, with wings happy and outside clear as day in its left hand the dog is holding a wand with a heart at its center to the left of the purple winged dog there is a thought…
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Coils
Like a pot on a windowsill I long for more air more earth the glowing wink in a night sky The give of Terra Cotta is still, somehow, so unforgiving. From my perch lookout beside the windowsill I see the soft, round starts of pea plants how they’ve made their way into the tulips (in…
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It was Spring
and so, I suppose time to review our love our love like a seed time-stamped and day-blind a cosmic connection in a coat We both know, all these years in not every spark, not every seed, not every love gets too nor is meant to break soil breath air hold sunlight take water flower bare fruit seed and return Some seeds like love …
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torn bread
hot steam rising a cooling pot the Colorado moon, black as night cold ear pressed a thinning wall a sightless chickadee her January tune lost anchors (of) my i’s wings (right off) my back how to unbreak the broken
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A pansy grew
from a green pot filled with last summer’s lily bulbs A pansy grew in brown soil, rich with holes of desperate squirrels A pansy grew in late November after weeks of soft frost and no running water A pansy grew her center a violet butterfly her wide wings petaled white A pansy grew and I knew I’d keep…
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Presence
Today I walked and walked and walked all the same sidewalks and neighborly streets I usually do and somehow I knew I would not find a heart stuck in or on the pavement a perfect shadow of light, the perfect pink petal of a flimsy cosmo “not today” something told me and I knew it…
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To be certain,
let me first spend some of each day, some of each breath looking after what is true- the purple star flower of a flax seed true Sun Golds like Easter eggs on a late August vine true the squinty red bloom of a Desert Rose true an Archipelago of clouds in a great blue sky (like…
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where the ice pops take us
yesterdays pool water cloudy & scooped todays peach-parched begonias dead heads too last nights grill scratched clean now ‘nother round of dino jungle it’s your turn Wavy chalk drawn roads where tiny toy cars go bubbles blown by baby’s breath dance delight float on hawks squawk and birds call loud fast-moving preybelow shade is cool…
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