August 2006
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Poetry Thursday
Today’s theme is time, and though I had plenty of it, no inspiration accompanied it. So, yet another old poem… Secrets Listen. I will tell you everything. The weather is turning. Soon it will be time to unroll the Persian rugs and lay them on the polished floors. I will hold nothing back.… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 23 August 02006
You Say You Want to Know Me Look at the dead spruce, towering above all its leafed-out neighbors,a favorite perch for crows and ravens.Gray, naked, limbs all bent toward ground that no longer feeds it; branchesdrilled by flickers and woodpeckers; insect-rich; gymnasium for squirrelacrobatics; choir loft of sparrows;history written, hidden in its tall trunk; rough… Continue reading
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