A feather reminds me that things get lost,
and then found anew.
Lost and Found
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Summer Pleasures
afternoon storms
ice cream outside
the sound of children playing
all things green
bird calls in the morning
sunrise at 5:15 am
sunset at 9:30 pm
the smell of cut grass
coffee on the balcony
boats sailing on the river
sleeping with the windows open
misty morning fog
Paths
a path that’s crossed on morning walks
mocks good intentions and questions indecisions
Locked
patience and forgiveness unlock doors
Invitations
Light will shine through with the smallest invitation
Crow
Brave black crow, I hear your call in the distance
as your wings wrap around the wind currents.
If only you could teach me how to fly.
Beauty
There is beauty to be found
on the edges of decay.
Comfort
When I painted in art school, I got paint in my hair,
on my face and on my clothing. All these years later
placing my markers and brush on the counter,
I look down at my stained hands. Some things don’t
really change, and I take comfort in that.
A little to the right
Sometimes what blocks one’s vision
is the tendency to stand still.
Glance
A hardened woman,
so beautiful and perfect—
wears an empty,
alabaster glance.
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