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A prayer whispered in the aged vestry,
drifts across stained glass windows,
rising with the aromatic smudge blessed by a robed one conjuring hope.

Grateful for the seeds of love,
filled with wonder as beautiful
images emerge offering second chances behind jaded, tired eyes.

Mere hours remain waiting,
waiting within the crowded vestibule,
hand in hand the followers
await the preordained gloaming.

Do not pass by me or worse
pull me from my resting place
here within this luscious Earth

A wilted flower I may look to be
with my brownish tint and faded buds
but lots of life is still inside of me

Look again at my deep roots anchored here they are strong and feed me deciduously
I am not dead but only waiting for next year

It’s raining here again,
been raining for days,
my garden’s are flooded
my yard now a pond.

This hairstyle I worked on
for hours and hours,
now nothing but a mass
of frizz and tight curls.

The curls are an unruly, unholy mess,
unruly my curls are, brought on
by the rain because it’s been
raining for days and days again.

The frizzy concoction on top of
my head is unwanted, unloved in fact, despised describes it best as droplets run down the back of my neck.

Baptized by the Earth’s petulant moods, try as She might to remove the stain of my birth upon this contrary little place, where it rains and it rains.

My blood, man’s blood, woman’s blood, none of which can be cleansed
by Earth’s drizzles, showers
and incessant daily downpours.

It’s raining tonight, Earth downpours
her tears on desecrated lands,
spirits fragmented, dismembered hope,
I think it’s time for bed.

A heavy anchor dropped
into a pale sea cursed with debris
stirred up by the low tide

Passing close to starboard
a groggy woman lay in a life raft
her fingers resting on a gun trigger

Before moving further into her space
the rescuing crew had to check
the sunburned woman for life signs

As though waking from a bad dream
the woman presumed lost weeks
ago – suddenly became aware

A bee landed on my arm today
I could have scared it or squashed it
or waved it away

It could have been a sweat bee
or had a jacket with yellow stripes
or a sweet honey bee on a spree

I did not squash it or swipe it away
or run screaming in abject fear
Instead I quietly asked it to stay

Calmly I watched it tickle my skin
it’s tiny antennae and little feet
skimmed myself again and again

I wondered if at first it thought
a flowery treat I might be a new
kind of bee Queen or naught

It’s little head swiveled back and forth

perhaps trying to see me as I sat here
and to gauge my worth

It sat quite still as did I with a smile
the sun shone down as we communed
in sweet harmony there for a while

Then it arose with a flutter of wings
circled my head then it was gone
leaving me in awe of all living things

Waiting for that phone call
for that text that never comes
Wondering what went wrong
all those times we spoke before

Afraid a misstep out of place or
a word said in frantic haste
Fearing a string of jumbled words
could have been construed in error

Left without a single sound or embrace
not a touch to sear you into my mind
Alone in agony covered in distrust
weighing down the reality of now

Waiting for a call or a text in the dark
understanding wanes large in the night
Wondering what went wrong
a discordant song when last we spoke

On the Southern Side

He lives there, ‘cross the lake that’s froze now, but in the spring there’s frogs and minnows. We ain’t ‘posed to go in there on-a-count of we don’t live on that side-a that fence there. We used to be able to go swimming’ an all, but then they bilt those big houses and that’s when they put up that fence.

I seen him one day, walkin’ his fancy dog, an talkin’ to it just like it were a person. At first I wondered had that man lost his marbles, but I figure he just loves it that much.

Lucky dog.

Afraid of the nightmare
the untethered dictator
will bring with broken words
and rights won now lost

His rise will scar a country
once strong and proud
the stench of evil will burst
the sanctity of good and light

To allow his rise to power
will leave smoldering shards
of freedom for all people
Fight the devil bring back our USA!

Ocean breeze cleanse my soul
let sand and time remove life’s soil
Sunshine warm my cold shriveled skin
restore my heart that I may live again

Seagull song revive my wilted spirit
crushed by loss nourished by pain
So the notes of your discordant song
right the rights and forgive the wrongs

Tiny sea turtles run to the open sea
swim hard and true where you belong
Allow the ever waning tides slide
you from danger the strong survive

Little crabs rushing in and out
dart toward the surf to find a snack
Tempting fate with each long dash
some return others never come back

The sea for me holds the rhythm of life
sit upon its shore absorb its hymn
Mother Earths sweet rhythmic beat
heal my pain and return my sleep