The lull of my breath
My sometimes staccato-cry
Devilish details
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Certain Genus
Find me in the reedy, agonizing greens and violent violets I never thought would hold my wings again.
Breathe with me, I beg you, as I flail, purposely so, deciding between the strange new Summer air or the viscous depths that would welcome me.
Pray for my soul, please, that the beautiful others, lost or prowling, don’t know I’m a threat or delicious at all.
Endangered
“Believe,” he admonished, five times again and again, from on high, living on bugs and breadcrumbs, singing some other language to me.
And speaking of crumbs, of fallen-food not given, I knew I’d better believe in something, since such was my fate.
He stopped then -they always do- and took away his scraps and sweetly sung psalms -they always will.
So she, a magical historian of a thing, in sweet song too, recounted, “Disappear. Disappear. Disappear.”
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 9
So Inclined
Breath like a storm
Birds in the somewhere
Bravely they sing
Watching the thunder
Wondering thoughtfully
Whether they want this
Reveal
My mild eyes belie my heart
My tempest touch its tell
Make no mistake I am uncaged
My past meekness is felled
Should you succeed to know my mind
Prepare to meet your match
Taste wild you cannot control
Breathe air you cannot catch
Clover
How to select weeds
Telling certain ones, “it’s time to out you from this place.”
And whispering to others, “I’ll protect you from their scrutinizing eyes.”
For weeds, we know, live ‘long side the wanted, the beauty.
Yet also, left untended, may aspire to choke.
How
How to select weeds
“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Butter Cream
I remember cake not stained by the hurry-hurry dye of “let’s get this done, before too many take note of another year added….”
I’ll choose the sweetness of grateful desire to linger over the celebration of seasons represented there at the table, the love not subtracted.
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