ghosts dance in my thoughts–
the fog lifts,
carrying them downriver
Ghosts
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Rustle
i heard the wind making leaves rustle
on a tree the other day–
in that very moment,
it was the most beautiful sound ever heard
Red Things I Like
cherry tomatoes
the ball in a set of jacks
ripe strawberries
faceted rubies
tiny roses
faded bricks
red velvet cake
holly berries
red hots
powder-fine glitter
satin ribbons
summer cherries
train caboose
cupcake sprinkles
Clandestine
“I like the word clandestine. It feels medieval. Sometimes I think of words as being alive. If clandestine were alive, it would be a pale little girl with hair the color of fall leaves and a dress as white as the moon. ”
from the novel, Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt
Spirit
almost impossibly
you grew in a most inhospitable place
and we marveled at your tiny spine
and huge spirit
Smile
a daisy always smiles
Things I Miss
passing notes
anticipation on Christmas morning
climbing on old farm equipment
moccasin boots
hot tea and cold pizza
southwestern horizons
the sound of tiny feet on hard wooden floors
car shows
The Wonderful World of Disney, (1968-1979 version)
poetry readings
the smell of burning sage
feeling invincible
painting mismatched chairs from flea markets
chasing dogs through corn fields
clove cigarettes
Two Conversations
“Smells good, what are you baking?”
“Beads.”
“Are you the plain biscuit?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
Try a Little Kindness
If you see your brother standing by the road
With a heavy load from the seeds he sowed
And if you see your sister falling by the way
Just stop and say you’re goin’ the wrong way
You’ve got to try a little kindness yes show a little kindness
Yes shine your light for everyone to see
And if you’ll try a little kindness and you’ll overlook the blindness
Of the narrow minded people on the narrow minded streets
From the song Try a Little Kindess written by Curt Sapaugh and Bobby Austin and recorded by Glen Campbell, 1969
Fate
awakening from a bad dream,
she tries to recover,
but finds she cannot shed
fate’s suffocating verdict
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