The sun sets on the tracks turning them into straight
lines of salmon steel reflecting the day’s end.
We pause at that inverted “v” where perspective
tricks us into thinking we’ve come such a very long way.
The Tracks
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Happy Candy
1. Chocolate
2. Gummy Bears
3. Cracker Jacks
4. Candy Canes
5. Bazooka Joe Bubble Gum
Broken
We are all broken, to one extent or another
and there is always beauty to be found in the broken.
Day Dreaming
Walking along frozen fields of white
crystals cracking in the cold morning wind,
I dream of a warm sun and red tulips.
The Light
A tropical plant living lushly with care and
attention, gravitates toward the light of the
window and is contained by a cold, hard pane
of cloudy, obscure glass.
Listening
I heard the sound before I saw him.
The distant cry of a solitary crow
soaring in cold currents.
“Here I am, over here”, he seemed to say.
“I see you”, I whispered in the wind.
Days
Every story has its day,
every day – an end.
Puppy Nap
Afternoon naps were meant to be shared.
Beyond
The other day someone asked me how old my children are,
I answered 17 and nearly 15.
“You’re almost done,” he remarked.
“I’ll never be done,” I answered.
Later, when I thought about this conversation the truth
struck me in a fierce way. I will never, ever be done.
I will always be their mama to infinity and beyond.
Sleeping Snowflakes
Where do the snowflakes go
when the wind dies down
and the days warm up?
Sleep well little snowflakes.
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